I never knew I could paint pictures with words
until I became a poet

Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my piercing glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison

There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled *****
No light penetrates the folds of the dark

Though you may attempt to safeguard your soul from my words
It is fruitless
For they will burn like witches’ fire
To see the crown slip from the brow is by far my greatest desire

Defend yourself from my hate if it please you
For from it there is no godly haven
The unholy fire now extinguished
I send my curses flying forth
On the wings of a Black Raven.

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One day America you must open your eyes
And acknowledge the responsibility for starving children’s cries
For the blood red and stagnant that flows through the streets
For the deaths of struggling farmers and poor families in distant lands
And those they will never meet
The song of suffering is your composition

One day America
You must speak the truth
That we have left the bones of other humans in the ground
Because their lives provided no political or monetary advantage
Giving no resistance they were poor and weak
Easy to overcome they were so we destroyed them

Unaware was the endless victims until the last moments when the bombs fell
The earth opened before them and became a living hell
Lost souls in a long line of murderous actions with no impunity
God help us all if the world revolts against us in unity
We will become wooden markers that will fade and rot through time
Dead by our own hands because we believed the lies

One day America you must open your eyes

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Who knows what is on the other side?
What monsters lie lurking beyond the stone walls and multiple doors
Perhaps long-forgotten secrets you and I have hidden away
Erasing unwanted memories from our minds forevermore

Will we find heaven the oh so sought promised golden land?
Or fires of the unspoken one waiting that scorch us and burn
Is condemnation to the netherworld our unchangeable fate?
Without us would the world continue to turn?

Take a glance and tell me what is on the other side
Is it a plane of my mind which some say does not exist
For lack of imagination, some cannot see it
Others do boring dullards but simply resist

Are their stars made of glass on the other side?
Do emotions flow like fine wine?
Do the sea waves roar with song green and salty?
Or will they die with the passing of time?
Are there precious stones strewn about the ground like sand diamonds?
While a blue moon hangs high in the sky.


Is the evil of mankind waiting and laughing?
On the other side
For a seized opportunity to overcome us all
Are all our desires fulfilled completely?
Or do the shadows reign dark and tall?

I believe will forge ahead and go around the corner
Instead a sitting like a smiling fool on a self-made shelf
I will take a look closer look at the other side
And decide if I will travel there myself

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I have a friend from down under
Sassy as sheila’s can often be
She could tell you of the Aussies life
In a direct and no-nonsense sentence
Before you could count 1,2,3

This lass was full of spice and vinegar
As she scribbles on paper all day long
Her nights are filled with poetry and prose
And a silly Koo ka Burra's song

Have a good laugh at this fairy of mirth
The stories written from thoughts and eyes
Pause for a moment and see her world of magic
Of ancient rock, roo’s and aboriginal skies

Her tongue cuts like a clean-edged dagger
This mischievous brownie of sharpened wit
Her mind kisses the stark reality of the poems
Painted with vivid colors and wild spirit.

So there is my friend from down under
Born and raised in the land of crocs and thunder
A native of the dry and the wet
Amused upon fools she besets

If you cross this pixie heed my advice
Beware the sheila with the imaginary knife
Australian poet of stinging descriptive situations
As she offers to you her latest creations

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