pounded and beaten I stand taller and stronger with every fist boot and ill word meeting. I will never be defeated. 53 yrs old a surviver be told to share those skills with those needing strong arms enfolding and their own tales to be tolding
Human rights and reasoned choices. Deny the new slavers, their victims and to take their freedom, to negated their chains. Planking hackers with their very own tools. Teach realism in all our schools
Everyone wear the shoes or lack there of. Know of the Poor, our broken, unwashed, unloved Drowning in rains of Fists and rusted chains they are burdened. Take their binding and free their minds. Show of The pasts release. How to bury the beasts The future reacquired. hungrily consumed with new found Desire. Visions Painted and voices screamed. Our poems have been stolen, creativeness spurned. So we start again on a day of snow and Rain, Though in sadness and enveloped in pain. Today I sing a new living refrain. Spun of love and of a plasma swarmed bright to banish the cold wet Stains this very Night - John Royal 2/28/2011
The possible and open minds, of good choices. Of knowledge refined. The expressions in mediums of solid liquid and song. Dreams realized, of Children unwronged and the lightness they shine. coffee sir
soothing hearts and injured minds I don't spout scriptures or judgement remind. I show the simple light imagined and refined I give a hug and kindness and flash of anger at those of whom are unkind.
The light in my heart was lit without from my Nana's thought's and a very subdued shout and every time I hurt, I cried and tried, to crawl on down through the earth. Her spark would blind me from deep in the dirt. singing songs of hope and her delightful desserts. Her son was viscous and punished the children for her same precious light he spent years unknowing. The joy with fright and all dark blight to mold demons of children to smite. He thought he succeeded to put out her light. but when he had to live a while with taking her smile he lost his resolve to school the unright. In truth her light never vanished it hid in my shirt. a little bit tarnished Though there was many a time with every bottle I would fall or be driven down to the dirt. I swear I heard a delightful sound, My Nana dancing around and around singing. save those who to have been beaten and rape and never let those of dark heart bury you or they in the dirt. Get up and brush off your shirt. You Have my heart to share
14:52 Posted: Jun 2012
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