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Sometimes I Hear My Voice…

Sometimes I hear my voice screaming in the dark of night, as shape-shifting forms draw near me, only to disappear as light is shone on them…

Sometimes I hear my voice standing up to the faceless bully as my body cowers away in the corner…

Sometimes I hear my voice whispering answers to unsolved questions, only to be outspoken by the loud-mouth next to me…

Sometimes I hear my voice begging to be free, to say what others are thinking but have not the courage to say themselves…

Sometimes I hear my voice, in the silent room as words are being drawn on blank paper…

Sometimes my voice is lost in the roar of the crowd…

And even sometimes, I think to myself, is it better to hear my voice, or allow others to hear what my voice is saying?

God’s Little Angel

God’s little angel could not stay long
God’s little angel wasn’t very strong
So God called his angel back to his side
And God’s little angel did not run and hide
She kissed you goodbye and passed on unknown
Then flew back to him before she was grown

You mourn her passing, but there is no need
Your angel is watching; she knows your heart bleeds
You say it’s unfair and you’re filled with despair
But God’s little angel will always be there
She sings in the wind and dances in the rain
She knows you miss her and are filled with pain

The years will go on day by day
And God’s little angel will show you the way
For all the strength that you have shown
God’s little angel will not leave you alone
Someday you will, by decision of fate
Meet God’s little angel at Heaven’s gate

The Club

Skies darken

Silence roams

Night is upon us

Lights of red passion

Gleam in the streets

A sound fills the silence

A beat, steady, fast, captivating

A rhythm, smooth and pounding

Heart wrenching soul

Together we soar

Through the rhythm of captivation

Making love in the form of dance

Moving as one

Sliding through the steady beat

Fast and slow we move together

One body, one soul

The kick drum is our kiss

The bass our touch

We have no need of rehearsed lyrics

Our bodies talk freely with the rhythm

Making love in the life of dance

For the beat we move with…

For the rhythm we love to…

For the love of dance we share…

War

Bending down in the trenches below
Waiting for our final blow
Praying to God for the pain to be gone
Hoping to see the light of dawn

Ordered to shoot just to be free
Another being just like me
With children and a wife
Wanting to leave with our life

Cries of pain in the deep of night
Never ceasing to end this fight
Poppies growing on the graves
Men who fight---we are the braves

We are the soldiers proud and free
Even though our lives cease to be
Our family’s hearts filled with pain
Yet at least peace is to gain

We are the soldiers never forgotten
As our corpse is gone and our bodies rotten
We are remembered from all our kin
Whether it’s through blood thick or thin

The time has come to say ‘goodbye’
To you my dear as you cry
My love will never cease to be
As long as you believe in me

Darlings wipe those tears away
We’ll see each other again one day
Dead or alive---in Heaven you see
The place we’ll meet for eternity

Coveting From Society

To hide

To covet

To remove oneself from the known society

To change the meaning of propriety

We begin to covet by coveting what we see daily

Doing it willingly, doing it gaily

Hide and seek, a child’s game

And so as adults we play the same

Hide from society, civilization

Be afraid of our own creation

To covet, to disappear

To live in fear

To mask ourselves from everyone, to conform

Be of norm

The same looks

Same ideas, same books

No difference, no variation

Only one form of congregation

Shun the different, the infidel

Chain them up, banished to Hell

Cover the truth, non-conformist conform

Change the different, the out-of-norm

Ban those who look not the same

And play the hide and seek game

We all look alike under our skin

But it’s our ideas that make us sin

Become the one that stands out

Scream aloud, stand up and shout

Covet the same and conform

Illegalize the un-norm

Hide from your people reality

Bear your plastered smiles and tell them their free

Put on societies mask

And drink from the conformist’s flask

Drink the air of normality

And redefine society

This is how we covet from civilization

Elements of Touch

Touch can be anything,
Harmful, loving
Smooth, rough
Textured or not.
The touch is a form of sight,
One we use daily,
One we use as much as sight

The touch of tears against a cheek
The touch of sadness and pain,
As those tiny droplets that mean the world
Fall slowly down your cheek
Before landing on your chin to make a puddle
Of smooth globules of water
The touch of sadness

The touch can be harmful,
Hurtful, forceful
Bringing you pain as bone and flesh
Meet bone and flesh
And droplets of blood drip off your hand
The touch of raw, hateful
Spiteful pain, anger
The touch of harmful emotions

The touch of love isn’t much different from that of sadness
A soft hand that caresses a lover’s cheek
Rose petal lip brushing against rose petal lip,
Or softly landing on the tips of fingers
A loved ones touch,
A hug, a kiss, a silent set of emotions
The kiss of a rose
Its petals smooth against flesh
The sensation of tenderness
Fondness, to adore
The touch of love