A New Leaf

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Another year has come and gone,

and a new one is upon us.

As time marches forward,

and we celebrate and ponder,

this mystery called life,

let us not forget the

impact that we have,

on this earth we live on,

and the people that surround us.

Though we all have our own path,

we all walk a common road.

We are all here on this earth,

to help each other out.

This is a simple lesson to learn,

but the hardest one to follow.

Greed and hate seem to have

taken over, and left only

loss and sorrow.

But a new dawn is upon us,

this you can be sure.

All the greed and pain can

be overcome,

if we all work together,

and help our fellow man.

There has always been peace

and light in this land,

but lately it's been hiding,

waiting for a new day to dawn,

and all God's people to follow.

So, lets all turn a new leaf

in this coming new year,

and all walk in peace and love,

and remember why we are here.

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Tossed Coins

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I walked by a homeless man today

sitting in the street.

He was covered in pain and despair,

as he asked me if i had change to spare.

I tossed some coins into his hat

and started to walk away,

when a feeling came over me,

and i decided to stay.

He said most people look away

as they shuffle down the street,

too busy to reach out to someone

who just wants to eat.

I said to this man,

if i have change to spare

then i always do,

because there but for

the grace of God,

go the likes of me and you.

So lets all think of our fellow man

this holiday season,

toss them a few coins,

and remember,

God put us all here,

for a reason.

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Futile Arson

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I tried to write a poem about the heavy rain,

but it's been done, it's all been said.

Writing about the heaviness

doesn't lift the weight.

I'm going to google emotional train wreck

and see what comes up.

One way or another, this house

is going to go up in flames.

My fingers smell burnt and

my eyelashes are singed.

Perhaps we drank too much until

the soft light made us dizzy.

Passed out and woke up without

a memory of all the storms

that had passed in the night.

The heavy rain seeping into our bones,

i wanted to sit there forever,

then we got up to leave.

More dessert would be absurd,

more sleep, more sex,

more conversation, i want it all, i feel it all.

Googling impossible to satisfy,

the moon made me this way.

The sky is gray out there, maybe the house

wont catch fire, maybe it can't

through all this dampness,

like each street is smeared

with thick oil paints,

even my sheets feel damp.

Do i sweat through those odd,

twisted dreams, or does the heavy rain

find it's way into my bed?

How can i feel so empty and

so full at the same time?

Googling complex contradiction.

The wind is starting to pick up, intense,

but it might help to dry things out a bit,

lift the gray ceiling off my head.

It's pushing down, pushing

my head into my heart,

gotta get those two straight again.

Gotta push back up at that sky.

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Odd Magic

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It was the pain that brought the magic,

i know it must sound queer.

It may even seem to be very tragic,

but there's no need to fear.

Then the magic brought the solitude,

solitude built the walls.

In a land where no one may intrude,

darkness never falls.

It was the magic that brought the storms,

blowing with gale force.

Flitting on the edge without form,

never felt remorse.

Loneliness brought on scathing clarity,

painful new insight.

Thoughts full of seeming disparity,

haunt my dreams at night.

Then the magic brought you to me,

i can feel it in my heart.

The loneliness and solitude i once felt,

is filled with loving light.

Through the trials and the tears,

you hold me near, and calm my fears.

Though we argue and we fight,

you still love me, and it's all right.

Now i know, now i see, the magic

made me who i am supposed to be.

So here's to you dear, and what we have.

I'll always be here until the last.

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Dark Moon

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So here we are again, on the edge.

The rain is drawing a cold curtain

between the living and the dead.

The daylight is waning

as the moon grows darker.

It was a strange choice

for a night to make magic.

A good night for death,

for all endings to flourish.

But, to create something,

anything, in the face

of such darkness was brazen,

to say the least.

We have been known

to be bold, but sometimes

weeks pass without

such acts of courage.

To remind us that we

can live on the edge,

to remind us,

that the moon is on our side.

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I Am Lost

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Lost in a tangle of moonlight and memories.

A soft song, a wet street,

a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

I am lost in my heart,

a steamy, twisted mess.

Lost in warm dreams,

lost in late night prophecies.

I pen my poetry onto the pad,

hand shaking, moving too fast.

I strip my soul for all to see,

a naked string of words about my insides.

About how lost i am in my mind,

about what tears me up,

and what keeps me alive.

I speak about love and loss,

like someone who has watched it go by.

Waved from the window
at it's fading taillights.

I used to think it would come back around,

cross the long bridge and
arrive at dawn on my doorstep.

Now i know we say goodbye and turn

away from the window,
towards other things

that don't hurt as badly.

Yet, we are lost in our quest
for the truth, to find it or deny it.

We walk in the other direction
taking wrong turns,

arriving somewhere unknown.

Blinking in bright lights,
blinking back tears,

to flex our false muscles,
to suck in our stomachs

and appear more ideal, more beautiful.

Pushed out chest and raised eyebrow,

lost in our desire to be desired.

We walk with tired feet,
along dark winding roads,

lost in the night, heading for dawn.

Lingering at our doorsteps
for that love to show up.

It's almost that time,
it's crossing the bridge,

sun rising to the right.

If we walk inside, it might just drive by.

Stand there in rumpled clothes,
reeking of smoke, voices hoarse from
screaming our ideologies all night.

Tattered and lost, i look down the street,

for just a few moments more,
watching for headlights

to cut through the emptiness.

Faith hurts more than closed windows,

and the day is steady growing,
so i turn from the light

to climb the stairs to my bed,

but there's a light on in my window,

just in case someone is looking.

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Just One Promise

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I awoke early to a soft light
peering in my window,

with the realization that
the next day had come

and we had not yet overcome
this uneasy rhythm.

A small voice whispered
"perhaps we never would".

I hushed it and said
"not before 10 am and coffee",

nothing this empty please,
but the damage had been done.

I found no rest from the
wicked whisper, and the day

just kept growing lighter as i
drifted in and out of dreams.

Your face, someone else's voice,
reassuring me that at

that same moment, you were
dreaming of my face,

and smiling in your sleep.

In this dream i took you,
ran my big strong hands

up and down your body,
lingering on places you adored,

just because they were yours.

My hand, your thigh.

My mouth, your lower back.

My breath, your belly.

We made love forever.

I know, there is no such thing as forever,

because i woke up, sweaty and wet.

You, i knew, were still
under covers asleep.

I wondered if you were
dreaming of me,craving me.

It was all i wanted, i thought.

Love me, love me like you
have never loved before,

until it burns your skin,
makes your mouth water,

until it keeps you up, fills your dreams.

I have woven a poem or two to this effect.

Whispered wanting words to the darkness,

broken by flickering flame.

My voice, your name.

But you seem to have built
a labyrinth of walls

at least as strong as i.

My hands bleed from the
slow demolition as i climb,

and pull one brick down at a time.

If you are hearing this right
now you are thinking,

"Jesus Dave, what more do you want?"

You should know the answer to that.

I only want everything.

I want my cake,
and i want you to eat it.

I want the kind of love
that makes us hungry.

I want to stay up all night
with you, until we're 92,

laughing as we greet another sunrise,

because we can't stop staring
into each others eyes.

When we die, i want there
to be enough mystery left

between us that we seek
each other out in the afterlife.

I want to believe in the afterlife,

and sometimes the truth is painful.

Maybe there is no God,
maybe we aren't meant to be,

but i want you to believe in me.

I want you to give in, i want us to be free.

That, by the way, was the reason
i could not call you,

because i too am scared.

Scared that you could walk
away at any moment,

or that i will, if only to beat you to it.

Then we will never know,
but we will always wonder.

I know we both have
trouble making promises,

but how about just one?

Promise me you wont give up on us,

unless a time comes that we must,

when there is nothing left to dream about.

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Hello Dear How Are You

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Hello Dear, how are you.

I just thought i would say

how much i really love you.

I love the way you laugh

like a glimmer of sunshine.

You speak like a beam of soft daylight.

My heart and my soul go out to you.

The sight of you makes
my dreams come true.

You just keep on trying,

you never give up.

Still you are crying,

you feel too much love.

So hi love, how are things, are you alright.

Come here and hug me, hold me tight.

Smile and show me a glimpse of love.

Do the things to me that makes it ok.

Brighten my love for now, for today.

You just keep on loving,

through thick and thin.

You just keep on caring,

and you will always win.

Goodnight sweet, sleep gently,
rest your pretty head,

as you lie sleeping with
moonbeams in bed.

You always look through
me with eyes so true.

You never have told me
anything but truth.

No wonder i love you
and it's so right,

because you've been my
friend in so many lives.

I just keep on living,

and breathing the air.

I just keep on smiling,

knowing you care.

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The Dream

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I do not know my future,

i barely know my past.

I only know i feel good now,

and i pray that it will last.

Wisdom of past masters,

to guide me through the dream,

but the path is still elusive,

makes me want to scream.

To hear a child say:

"if i grow up" helps me see.

The dream can be fearful,

the truth is hard to see.

Distractions are a constant,

peace, it is elusive.

Heaven only knows, i don't,

exactly what truth is.

So i laugh and live,

if only for the moment.

The dream is one inside.

The dream, most of us

need to know it.

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Know Freedom

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Madmen in bizarre costumes

peek from behind corners,

and they know, they know.

Master plan searching me down.

Little machines that chase me around with

their preposterous little noise.

Giant men confront me with pomposity,

ridiculous because they are only little boys.

They are trying to catch me

and make me scream.

They laugh as they say they

want to shave me bald,

and put a weapon in my hand.

As they are chasing me, they scream out,

"this is the only way out now,

the end of your fleeing is here,

the end of your life is very near!"

Again, i awake from this awful dream,

to a very sunny day,

very few thin high clouds,

bird song, the buzzing of fat bees.

In these early waking hours,

i know freedom, feel it's peace

and love in my heart.

I know these fears are inside of me.

I tell myself to be strong,

remembering it's always love

that guides us to truth.

Reminding myself to manifest

these thoughts into the waking light,

leaving all thoughts

of seeming disparity,

to my dreams at night.

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The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon

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Growing up in Salt Lake City, Utah, and raised by Mormon parents, i grew up in the shadow of the Mormon church. Both sides of my family traveled across the country with the pioneers to live in the promised land. They were good, hardworking people, who had a strong faith in their church, and they worked hard to live by the "word". As i grew older and started to question the things around me, the church being one of them, is when i was met with resistance from my family and friends. The more i studied the Mormon faith, the more questions i had. My family and ancestors were taught to live and act a certain way, but being the inquisitive, questioning type of person that i am, i just needed more answers. Over the years, i have studied as much as possible, and i can honestly say, that what i was taught by the church, just does not make sense to me, and i can't by my right mind, believe the history of the church as it is written. I am not here to ridicule, or to make fun of the Mormon religion, i am here to simply find the truth.... I love my family deeply, and they believe strongly in their faith, and i respect them for that. I know, deep down they love me as well, but because of my differing opinions and beliefs, i have been shunned by many of my family members, so this matter is very personal to me. I came across this video, and it is one of the best i have seen on the subject....i hope you find it interesting and educating as well....

The Bible vs. The Book of Mormon


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A Magic Night

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It was just one of those nights,

every log fit perfectly on the fire.

The moon was still waxing,

just about a turn from full,

so that we were all crazy with its light,

but still building.

The surface of the water

held up a perfect mirror.

There were rooftop stories,

there were songs in the alley.

The cherry tree finally blossomed.

The attic was empty,

but the bowl never was.

It was one of those nights,

a reminder that things are unbroken.

A night of four elements,

it was one for the witches,

a loaded night.

I wouldn't have guessed,

waking up to the sun,

that it would be the night

that left us shining.

That those songs would continue.

That what was released with

a breath and a word,

would continue outward

and up to the sky,

where the clouds are now pooling,

and the moon is now waning.

But that night, still unbroken,

took all its juice on the wind,

and the wind,

always comes back again.

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Angel Wind

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I saw an angel in my dreams,

riding on the wind.

Singing songs of hope and love,

she descended from the heavens.

I stood there a silent man,

admiring her awe and splendor.

At last she spoke to me,

in a voice so soft and tender.

"I am here to bring you dreams and light,

into the darkness of your night.

All your hopes and dreams will ring true,

you will be free at last.

Through all the struggles in your life,

you are learning the golden rule,

to live each day to its fullest,

and serve your fellow man".

I stood there a humbled man,

trying to grasp what she said,

when the winds began to blow.

With angelic wings spread,

she ascended to the heavens.

Here i am, alone again,

thinking of this dream,

reciting these words over

and over, to the angel wind-

Oh, i hear you breathe,

feel your life in me.

Oh, how i try to fly,

this is where i'm meant to be.

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Weaver

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I used to know a witch,

she lived in the

woods south of town.

Her house smelled like herbs,

and patchouli, and magic.

She baked with spelt flour,

and fruit juice sweeteners.

She made fairies

from scraps

of shiny fabric.

She roamed the

land in her van,

traded hats at barter fairs.

I was pretty sure she

was my soul mate,

but we never

made it that far.

She died while

i was away,

at my distant spot

in the desert.

She left me a

medicine pouch,

that guards my

dreams at night,

and guides me

as i find my way,

through homemade poems,

and wheat free cakes,

and every full moon

that spins overhead.

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Ghost Dreams

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When i was a boy, i remember

dreaming about ghosts

flying at dusk, with their dark

feathery whispers and moaning sounds,

that i could faintly hear at night.

In this dream i am in the desert after dark,

swarms of ghosts soaring above me,

obscuring the moon in gibbons phase.

I begin to hear witches howl,

so i climb to the top of a dune so i can see.

There are a dozen or so, in black hooded robes.

By torchlight they perform their

secret rites and sacrifices.

I scream as they come for me.

I am captured and taken to their circle,

and they torture me,

until i wake up screaming.....

Those fit full, sweat-soaked

dreams from my past,

have faded away over time.

Now when i lay my head down and dream,

sometimes there is a ghost who visits me.

It wanders empty halls at night,

and i feel it's melancholy and regret,

but there is no fright.

Why do you haunt me, i ask.

Are you here from nightmares past?

Are you here to protect me from those dreams,

or are you just another ghost in the night,

trying to scare me with your sight?

These questions i ask again and again....

still they remain unanswered.

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Magnetic Poetry

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A few years back, i moved into an apartment my friends owned. The first thing i noticed when i moved in, were all these magnets on the fridge. I have heard of magnetic poetry before, but never really used them. Every time i went to the fridge, i couldn't help but stand there and muse for awhile, while i arranged, and re-arranged the words into small snippets and poems. As time wore on, i added quite a collection. This fun activity really aided me in my writing, as i started writing my poetry around the same time. When i made a poem, i left it alone, and used the remaining words to make more, this being the challenge i set for myself. Eventually i used almost every word on that fridge. I hope you enjoy the results of my magnetic poetry :)

create harmony through music
give joy to her
capture balance

it is too dry
know when or waste
then there was water
i feel green

electric experiment from above
bold fiery song like a drug
psychedelic rhythm

sculpt chisel and weld junk
make use of paint
neo studio

form an impression of art
paint an original picture
soft canvas smear

absurd monument
metal and concrete
angry rigid sculpture

fashion model
mad aesthetic mess
empty nude silhouette

approach life and perform
investigate with more will
demand to observe

he is here
imagine his pain
see the best in him

they must come for us
hear my scream
suffer soon

dead icon
surreal angel
see every shimmer

ask why
be open
live young

try this out
you draw
write on

she like hard wood
stroke red instrument
never that old


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My Church Poem

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I stepped into church today,

and didn't burst into flames.

I held my breath as i crossed inside,

waited to be struck down by this God's fury,

but it was remarkably uneventful.

High ceilings,

rows of pews and piety,

people of faith,

believing blindly in an answer.

I turned backwards in my seat,

facing the other direction from the rest,

and wondered what it felt like to accept.

I tried singing their hymns,

amens in unison.

Broke bread and drank blood,

wearing my tie-dye t-shirt

under my church clothes,

silently rebelling,

my quiet pagan allegiance.

Last night i held my own worship,

among pine trees and starlight,

moon rising over our lake.

Took sacrament in shared laughter,

and campfire smoke.

Spirits whispering soft enchantments,

manifesting our desires.

Today we prayed together and i realized,

it's the same thing.

We use different names,

to make God feel like ours,

to bring salvation closer,

putting our faith into something,

anything to help us feel significant,

to justify our existence.

We can't accept that there's nothing,

such an empty actuality,

so we'll believe what they tell us,

or even in magic.

Nod our heads through the sermon,

and stand up and sing

hallelujah!

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Anthem

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All of humanity is seeking,

and sneaking, and speaking

in tongues.

We've all become numb

assuming things have to be

this way, well they don't...ok?

I'm sick and tired of fearing,

and hearing a note of apathy

in the anthem that you sing to me,

when clearly destiny is all that is free.

When we finally assume responsibility

and stop being victims of the system

that we created.

We made it, so we can change it.

If it does burn down,

in the aftermath of ash

upon the ground, truth will be found.

Let that song resound off the

purple mountains majesty,

from sea to shining sea,

drowning out the star spangled banner's

unholy clamor of glory in war,

when the only thing worth fighting

for is peace.

So the deceased can at least

be released from this life not in vain.

Can you hear the refrain of that melody?

The change starts with me and with you.

So do what you should, what you would

if you had no limits, because the

truth is we are limitless,

regardless of what you have been taught,

and brought up to believe.

Breathe....and reprieve the condemnation

of this "one nation under God",

because it's one world, and if there is a God,

his favors unfurled upon
the whole planets surface,

and without love we're worthless.

So love life and live,

and in doing so give something back.

The fact of our pack, is that we have the knack

to shake things up, and if you give a damn,

start shaking, and making a plan,

to bring down "the man", and replace his face

with the billions who stand in his place.

United, because divided, we are falling.

My voice in calling out a lyrical shout!

Joining with others in our new world song,

the volume is rising,

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Shining Star

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One shining star in a thousand,

brightly out does the rest.

All the others exclaim,

out of us all, you're the best.

It tells them no, you're all this way,

each as good as me.

It tells them all you need is love,

this they cannot see.

It talks of justice, truth and peace,

miracle they scream!

We will make all live your truth,

twisting up the dream.

One shining star in a thousand,

quietly goes to rest.

All the others weep and grieve,

because it left the nest.

But they have its word to change,

alter as they will.

Make a million more "believe",

if they have to kill.

But truth is always truth,

it is incarnate.

Truth is never evil,

and it is not ever hate.

Some will always have the dream,

buried deep inside,

but others lie to themselves,

throw love aside.

Others need to hide in guilt,

that they create.

Guilt is never truth,

truth is never hate.

One shining star in a thousand,

heaves a heavy sigh.

The others took his truth,

and created new lies.

But some will always strive

to know truth.

Some of us know we'll shine,

love will make us new.

One shining star in a thousand,

a legacy of love.

Its truth cannot be lost though,

it may be covered up.

Years have twisted up its word,

blurring its intent,

but basic truths are there,

though slightly bent.

Jesus, they made a mockery

of your honesty,

but some hear you calling

and hear your truth.

Not read from a book,

truth comes from in you.

One shining star in a thousand,

lives inside of souls,

knowing of your mysteries,

and all of your woes.

Listen to its voice inside you,

you will know truth.

Let it calm so it may teach,

let its love be you.

One shining star in a thousand,

lives inside my heart.

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Dance With Me

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Dance with me sweet thing,

shake it, you wont break it.

Your body flickers like the flame

of some wild crazy candle,

and we dance the night away.

Dance with me sweet thing,

dream it, you can be it.

Your body caresses me

like some soft summer breeze,

and we roll the night away.

Dance with me sweet thing,

be it, can you see it?

Your body has the fire

of a flowing red volcano,

and i dream the night away.

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Doomed?

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In a gray land, where the sound of

children's laughter is never heard,

the raven is the master,

tomorrow holds no promise, save death.

The land is barren, it gives no yield,

and every mother's son weeps tears of fire,

for the future has forsaken him,

and his generation knows only sorrow.

In the dim, smoky light of evening,

no rest is come, only the screams

of the dying and the stench of plague.

No one prays, or wishes, or even hopes,

how can they when there is nothing

to hope for, nothing to dream but evil,

nothing to wake to.

Only the same sense of losing something

you never had and ceaseless toil

for an unseen master....Suddenly,

the bastard, he comes running,

foaming at the mouth, greedy for your soul,

and you try to scream as he sucks your breath.

In the last brutal moments of your dream,

his excitement peaks, and he howls
as you wake up, screaming at the dawn.

In those still morning hours,
you tell yourself,

i am the still water, i am calm,
i am comforted by love.

The soothing touch blankets me,

i am at peace, i am love.

Love is the guide, the way finder.

Love will show true direction.

Love will protect and keep me free,

but deep down you know he is just hiding now,

waiting for another dream.

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Foul One

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Our brother, thou cast from Heaven,

liar is thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy evil be done,

on earth as it is in Hades.

Give us this day our daily meat,

lay waste our debts,

for thine is the torture,

the torment, the pain.

Reptilian demons dancing

to a wicked chant.

Evil doers conjuring, begin to incant.

Calling their master, lord of flies,

paying his penance, king of lies.

Beelzebub, foul one, evil incarnate,

his minions scream and they celebrate.

Thriving on hatred, envy and fear,

Hell is here now, and Hell is here.

Dull red light burning,

smoke in the air,

lost souls are howling,

time fabric tears.

The foul one, he smiles,

has his time come?

Powered by hatred,

has he finally won?

Beelzebub, Satan, evil incarnate,

rising, now rising, fueled by their hate.

Oozing his evil, thriving on fear,

now is the moment, look around,

is he really here?

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Unite Against Racism

The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells Wakan-Taka (the Great Spirit), and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.

This is the real peace, and the others are but reflections of this. The second peace is that which is made between two individuals, and the third is that which is made between two nations. But above all you should understand that there can never be peace between nations until there is known that true peace, which, as I have often said, is within the souls of men.
Black Elk - Oglala Sioux

Great Spirit of our Ancestors, I raise my pipe to you. To your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, and to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all good things that you provide for us on this Earth. ~Chief Yellow Hawk

Peace

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Triumph and glory,

come into my arms,

as the peace we share,

grows infectiously,

incessantly beckoning me,

sparing me from anxiety.

So anxiously i share peace

astrally with whom i love.

War, he thrives on anyway,

but we must start somewhere.

If love works it's magic,

so can peace.

We love all, that all may

know our peace.

Laughing, peace dances,

a wanton sprite,

celebrating itself,

alive, banishing our fears.

Peace of mind in our time.

Peace begins unconditionally

with me, inside of me,

with myself.

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