Mother Earth…by Jessie 9/05

Long before man walked Mother Earth
Before harmony was in discourse
Before the buffalo herds were thin
Before the land was ***** and before the air was thick with poisons

The spirits made ready a place of fertile ground and of clear water
Creatures were abundant and kept a balance
Everything was living and moving in one direction

Then a vessel carrying evil came to Mother Earth in the form of man
In side this vessel was greed and hate and a desire to consume everything in its path

Like a great fire it spread across the land taking that, which did not belong to it
Leaving behind a scar upon the land and a hole, black and hungry

In the beginning there was an understanding between all the creatures and man …there was trust
Now the smell of man makes all creatures run in fear

One day Mother Earth will take back what is hers, and restore balance once again

Little Deal… by Jessie 7/05

Little boy, wipe your tears men aren’t supposed to cry

Little girl, feeling fat, ***** till you die

Little boy, drink some more, until the pain is gone

Little girl, pop a pill, nothing will seem wrong

Little boy, take a leap and feel the rope pull tight

Little girl, walk the streets, tonight may be the night

Little boy cut your wrists then close your eyes and sleep

Little girl, hold it in and never make a peep

Little boy, take the gun and put it to your head

Little girl, jump in the pool then breath until your dead

Little boy, little girl, what message will you hear?

Sell your soul to me, there’s nothing you should fear

Heavens Battle… by Jessie 3/05


Long ago Lucifer, was cast away by sin

Heavens door unguarded; Lucifer snuck in

Heaven calm and quite at peace, until evil came to play

Everything it touched turned black and darkened all the days

Panic hit the heavens, Serenity the cost

Fallen Angels everywhere, this war was almost lost

But suddenly, there was a light, bearing down upon the hoard

Arch Angels, in their war attire, sent to battle, by the Lord

Like locusts in a feeding swarm; evils minion stomped and stormed

The Angels drew their battle lines; alliances were formed

Swords clinched with in their fists, slashing at the beast

Pools of blood, horns and wings strewn beneath their feet

The smell of death was in the air; the tide began to change

The Angels force was mightier, than Satan and his gang

Backing up the evil and sending it below

Cries poured out from both sides, with each crushing blow

All four Arch Angels; exhausted from the fight

Circled amongst the fallen, on that apocalyptic night

Gabriel was wounded, Michael much the same

Raphael and Uriel, each taking half the blame

Gabriel’s wing half severed, a **** in Michael’s side

Both continued fighting, finding strength within their pride

Four against the many; brave and pure of heart

Broke right through the enemy’s lines and tore them all apart

Back to back these four fought, ridding heaven of its curse

Knowing had they not succeeded; things would be much worse

Other Angels finely came, to carry off the dead

Cleaning up the heavens floor, stained by blood of red

Tears were shed for fallen friends, which stood against the foe

To this day the numbers, no one seems to know

Then all the Angels sang a song, Angelic and full of grace

About the time when goodness won and drove evil from this place

Death of Happiness…by Jessie


As I walk down the moon lit trail to the bone yard of emotions,
Searching for Happiness…
I find the head stone I’ve been looking for.
Tucked away in an obscure corner of the yard, underneath the tree of forgetfulness and solitude; giving way to the ages and crumbling beneath the daily pressures of life.
There sits a stone, cold and gray and ravaged by the wind.
In it… carved for eternity … “Happiness”.
No dates for who knows when it perished?
There I stand, head hung down, never got to say good bye; never got to shed a tear.
Ripped away in early days; if I could only remember the year.
Resurrection doubtful and prayers never seem to help.
I’ll lay a pebble upon the stone as a marker that I have been here.
Write the date within my book, to remind me…
Retune same time next year.

Angels Wings…by Jessie 11/04



Feathers create an Angels wings…
One is for their flight
One is for the children, to protect them in the night
One is for the broken heart that needs an Angels care
One is for humanity, in need of much repair
One is for the starving man, living on the street
One is for the liar and all of his deceits
One is for crying souls, which have not yet been born
One is for the widow and every night she mourns
One is for the rich man that never seems to give
One is for the attempt to die, when it hurts too much to live
One is for the ignorance and all the hate it brings
One is for the caulis words, which swarms at you and stings
One is for the gentle touch a mother gives her child
One is for the summer breeze, which makes the day seem mild
One is for the little girls, chasing little boys
One is for the sad birthdays, when children have no toys
One is for the mother, working two jobs, day and night
One is for the baby bird that jumps to its first flight
Angel’s wings have many quills; each one there is a need
And every time a human cries, the Angel flies with speed

Eclipse ….by Jessie


The sun it rises every day from the horizon on the east.
A shining star and heated orb, this galaxies burring beast.
The sun it burns so very bright for its love the celestial moon.
Which makes her grand appearance, eight hours after noon.
A ballet up in heavens sky, as they chase each other around.
Humans with our season tickets, watching from the ground.
The moon she waxes full of love and wanes when all depressed.
Every month she does the same, seemingly without distress.
They love each other with intensity; even though they rarely meet.
Waiting for the magical time, when the two will finely greet.
With love so gentle, we need no aid to see a lunar eclipse.
When sun and moon get the chance, to finely have a kiss.

Emerald Rain…by Jessie  05/06

Emerald rain from heavens skies; sparkle in the sun.

Millions of them all alike, all except for one.

One drop, unlike the rest; special and stands alone.

Squeezed out from an Angels eyes; greener than the stone.

In the drop, a seed of hope, planted from the fall.

A way to change and rectify, the damage done by all.

From one seed, the world changed.

Hate replaced by love.

Harmonious states of happiness;

Showered down, from up above.

No Angel knows which one of them, sent that single tear.

That switched the course of human life.

For all the coming years.

Once in every thousand years, the Angels gather round.

Look upon the state of man, while faces turn to frowns.

Sadden by the damage; all the Angels cry.

Emerald drops of rain, falling from their eyes.

One Angel carries the sacred tear.
Which saves us from our sins.

That cast away the damage.

And saves us once again.