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Concrete Hive

I heard a voice from years ago:
Solidarity has come of age.
Echoed songs heard throughout the streets
of lessons learned from Gandhi and King.
 
For what had been promised
was a brand new way,
yet the poor received nothing
at the end of the day.
 
So quiet were the thieves
that stole the people’s dreams.
Silently packaged and bundled
then secretly sold overseas.
 
Unknowing, the concrete hive
hand-crafted a perfect plan,
sold our kids as collateral
to live monetary selfish lives.
 
Sworn to serve, embedded with pride,
a young warrior’s blood ran thick –
staining sand of foreign land.
All for black oil in a can
 
or was the repression, depression, taxation
that broke the silent majority’s back?
 
I never thought I would live
long enough to see
a new generation’s uprising,
claiming their voice, now free.
 
“Raging against the machine.”
 
I watched for years, 
the youth blindly squeezed
into the fitted mold 
of a stolen society.
 
Cookies cut by MTV
distracting minds of our youth.
Disregarding the discontent;
ignoring the rumblings underground.
 
Oh! to my surprise when I saw
the young, arm in arm with the aged
at last take a stand. A loud stand!
To finally break free
from the cage.

Peace be with all of you.

☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image from #OccupyBerkley Riots Nov.9, 2011
Riot Police wanted students off the grass.
For the dVerse Poetics Prompt on idioms: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/12/poetics-what-did-you-call-me/.
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Dreams of Peace

 

 

“Too much of everything

 

is just enough”

 

A stitch of words that frame

 

my license plate.

 

 

 

A sister’s gift

 

so many years ago.

 

How did she know

 

that I would frame my life

 

around those eight

 

Grateful Dead words?

 

 

 

 too much love is just enough

 

 too much peace is just enough

 

 

 

Were the little girls with flowers

 

in their hair wrong

 

so long ago?

 

 

 

To dream the dreams

 

the world

 

now hungers for.

 

 

 

TheMsLvh

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Broken Wings

Image inspired..  this is simply poetic expression. 
 
 
 
Close the windows and lock the door,
I cannot take this anymore.
Throwing down the cards, fold my hand.
This is not what I had planned
 
I have not been myself lately,
skilled knives have mended so greatly-
the bones, but lost my will to sing.
Gravity won and broke my wings
 
There’s no more fear in the breakdown,
I have lost the will not to drown.
So easy to ride, down this slide,
can’t you see it in my dark eyes?
  
I’ve been good at wearing the mask,
to hide the tears, so they don’t ask.
Such busy lives, no time to spare,
so let me go, for I’m not scared.
 
I have slipped far, this time dear,
ready to quit the game, no fear.
Into a hole where time has ceased,
longing to claim my soul deceased.
 
No metaphors to shield the weak,
silence is what I crave, don’t speak.
Has nothing to do with you dear,
it’s just as plain and clear…
 
to me…so,
 
Close the windows and lock the door,
I cannot take this anymore.
Throwing down the cards, fold my hand.
This is not what I had planned
 
 
-TheMsLvh © 2011

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Can You Relate? (rant)

 
I am so out of rhythm
         And so out of rhyme
I don’t even know the time!
 
I just draw a blank
         My words are at a loss
How do I get my thoughts across?
 
My muse has run away
         I hope not for long
What has gone wrong?
 
Was it the lack of sleep
         Or the daily stress of life?
Whatever it is, I’ll cut with a knife
 
Writing is my drug of choice
          I am in the throes of withdrawal
Words are trapped and want out…
 
         That’s all.

 

-TheMsLvh 7-29-11

The Magician



   He is slick and intentionally mysterious,
his magic should be taken extremely serious.
Slight of hand to the untrained eye,
even virtuous women would be mystified.
       Innocence nourishes his ultimate lie.


   Untold secrets held close to vest,
aroused laughter, amused, you are his guest.
Reluctantly, picking a card, choosing the best
from the spread of the Magician’s tattered deck.
       Throwing caution to the wind, “What the heck?”

   Vigilant eyes scintillate the dark of night,
elevating senses by the moment’s excite.
Blinding the deer with beam of headlights;
dazed confusion feeding his addicted delights.
       Raising his thrill to monumental heights.

   Trickery his game, merely views you the fool
desire to believe, though, you are just his tool.
Intoxicated by the masked perception,
keenly skilled art of deception. 
       An illusory feat from its conception.

   Smooth lacquered cane emblematic of his trade,
waving it freely, enhancing the charade.
Victims soon forgotten on his wizardly trail,
restoring equilibrium to his inner scales.
       Enlisting deceit, his shenanigans prevail.


   Weaving versed spells across the land,
beware the effect of this mystical hand.
A traveler, a mystic, armed with cunning art
coursing a path embellished with wounded hearts.
       Upon magic, into the wind, he inexplicably departs.

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

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