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for the Love of Humanity -redux

Dew laden palms hang under midnight glow

reflecting lunar diamonds off green spears.

 

soft evening breeze brings forth a dancing flow  

small shocks of light reflect within each tear

 

which falls to earth 

abandoning

its high collective perch 

one small drop at a time

 

cascading journeys sliding southward bound

night’s swirling mist create pools on the ground

 

and with each teardrop’s tiny splash 

an echoed cry through smoke and flash

 

turquoise tattered butterflies stop to view

as clouds dissipate with sun’s mourning dew

 

the path is dangerous but clear

yet they hear the world’s voice

 and know they’re near

 

the shifting paradigm of consciences

will let the light shine on all injustice

 

be free brave little butterflies 

take your wings and expose the lies

 

the soul of the earth has

been assaulted with bombs and gas

 

for the love of humanity 

lay down arms of insanity

 

a global evolution has begun

What a unique time to be in the sun.

 

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

submitted to dVerse

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Mighty Wurlitzer

 
The music played the voice of yesterday,
old silent films of black and white.
When dialogue replaced by score;
the “Mighty Wurlitzer” delights.
 
The Maestro armed with paper photoplay;
piano, organ, and cue sheet.
Told us effects and moods to feel –
stage movie actors felt complete.
 
Composed original scores proudly sang,
strong epic music to enhance.
The lover’s build-up ‘till the kiss,
film’s end finality sweet embrace.
 
As Hollywood of silent era roars;
employment of musicians soars.
The “talkies” popularized film –
creating music by the scores!
 
 
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image source: Mighty Wurlitzer
Google image – Gish and Barthelmess – Broken Blossoms
submitted to dVerse prompt for Silent  Movie Era

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Setting Sun

   This was inspired by watching the damage caused by hard drugs. The rise of drug use in my area has stolen many young lives recently. Perhaps you also  have witnessed this on your local news. Without insurance of their own or parents, kids are being lost.  There are little to no recourses for these kids when they do cry for help. Everyone cannot afford Betty Ford or Malibu in U.S.A.  Prison might be their only survival, but then, prisons are over-filled,  full of nasty drugs as well.

SETTING SUN

Each morning’s painful breath you took,
your body screamed –
addiction gleamed.
Sharp points and rusty spoons; you cook.
 
To rid the touch of crawling skin,
hot needle prick –
perhaps get sick.
Warm rush cements the deadly sin.
 
A long exhale – all worries drain;
erase torment,
without lament.
Your precious scars walk deep in vein.
 
As pain subsides from tender soul,
the prophets cry –
to watch you fly.
The needle swept you in a hole.
 
First glimpse of sun ignites the crave,
as pain returns –
the stomach churns.
Ignoring death’s note etched on grave.
 
Collapsing veins of rivers gone,
in search for new –
within eye’s view.
Dead lines depict a lifestyle drawn.
 
Sad eyes with black holes blindly stray,
to be so lost –
at such a cost.
Their struggle sickens by the day.
 
The needle and the damage done,
Neil Young once wrote –
a famous quote:
“A junkie’s like a setting sun.”
 
_TheMsLvh   © 2011
Image source: The Grantham Journal

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The Aftermath; A horse and man

Amazing steed with hair silk white,
beauty graced – shadowed the moonlight.
No spiraled horn nor wings of flight;
earthbound hoofs pranced with sheer delight.

Adorned with crown, rider takes mount;
dreams of triumph fail to surmount.
From battles, deeply soul-engaged;
throws down stained spears – his heart enraged.

Battles drummed, he answered the call,
left scarred, yet survived above all.
Tattered vest – arrows injected,
war left his soul unprotected.

High on his horse with thoughts impure,
close his eyes to the world obscure.
Finds great solace – the rhythmic gait,
dark shadows of war bearing weight.
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TheMsLvh © 2011 *Special thanks to
Mike Patrick for introducing me to meter and feet

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