Are you human or machine?
The gift of a human is a heart
it’s a soul.
we must become a machine
to induce, endure & seduce
the plastic world.
Let the music transform you.
we become robots.
Sings her songs for nature to enjoy.
She coo’s in the silent calm night
each note carries special meaning.
Still, the wild & lost
animals graze & ignore
each pitch & every tone.
Only when the hunters come
when the forest begins to burn
they try to climb trees and
wonder where to go.
The wise ones sing along
knows every tune & melody.
When she flies to greener pastures
they know the way to follow.
The sun called us & the pollens beckoned
us to the fields. Running barefoot on nature’s
carpet—children in the meadows. Vineyards
on the left & cattle’s on the right.
Still wearing my nightgown the hem
covered with twigs. I only stopped to put
flowers in my hair, and you to pick berries.
The only sound is of the wind & birds.
My dearest love we are in Eden
my eyes lit up like reflective glass
my hair streamed auburn colors
we forgot the woes in the world.
Barrel rolls in the long grass
& giggles echoed in the air.
Within this journey of affliction
self-doubt & self-hate
the barriers and walls of rejection
entitlements & quick money
there is a stop sign.
If you can read
understand color then one must stop
to not stop is the redundancy of mistakes
you call me crazy
you are insane.
Presence can only pretend for so long
unveil your mask
let me see your face
For your faith
only until then
the light will reveal
& shine on you.
For the wars in the world
the pain that I can’t visit countries
I dreamt of as a child.
Because my American dream
is a slavery nightmare
and I am still not free
Because my friends/family died
they kill themselves
by choice or arrogance.
The hate took them away
their addiction made monsters
bigotry is a murderer.
These salty waterfalls
preach the story of my lifetime
I document my pain.
We have become animals
no moral, civility or compassion
our leaders fail us.
The pain of a mother losing her only child
restless animal before a storm
How dare I complain?
when others have it worse
but it’s their fault.
Mothers & daughters
turn into meat
zombies by predators.
Our men turned to beast
our women weak
our children lost.
So…I just cry
for my dead mother
ancestors & unknown father.
Working with foster, homeless, sometimes abused children, never knowing my father & my personal experiences has drawn my conclusion. It’s a moral thing.
It is very difficult for me to respect any parent that does not stay, live & physical raise their flesh & blood that they brought into the world.
I believe it to be the most selfish & irresponsible thing a human could do because they are doing it to their helpless self.
If a man could abandon his seed then abandoning a woman, anything at all is easy breeze. If a woman could abandon the human she carried & brought into the world I am at a loss for words.
No money woes, no argument, no fun, no other lover & no drugs should come before taking responsibility for the life you brought into the world.
I don’t care if you were too young, if you can’t take care of it or if it was an accident. There is no accident with the conception of a child. Sex between a man & a woman makes babies.
When one becomes a parent they are no longer a child. Their sole responsible is to raise the child they gave life to. Not their grandparents, family members, one parent, strangers or the government. Figure it out.
I find that in many cases it is a generational thing. Your dad abandoned you, you abandon your child and the cycle goes on.
To me, that single decision tells the tale of that person’s character & self-pride. It will be hard to build my trust. I judge that just like how I judge a person that drops a cigarette or trash at their feet. Writes a bad check, neglect paying back things they borrowed, or just taking what is not theirs.
I know businesses that will not hire a man if he is not married with a family. They claim your home life is just as your credit & criminal record. It shows responsibility, loyalty & commitment.