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GRANDEUR FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP
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I climb high to look and see
The vastness of the land
I look and see from ridge to ridge
From vast plain to vast plain
From endless ocean to endless ocean
History so deep it runs in our veins
Touching our souls and hearts
So marked in us with scars of our past
Stories from the time when we were kids
With such dignity, respect and pride
But could they be a lie of untold truth
As if you really know what was
And could have been, then lies they are
A nation born of pride we aren't
A nation born from mutilation
This is what we are a land born out of
The killing of a culture
And we called them savages
But without their help
Our forefathers would have died
How did they repay them
With love honor and respect
No, murder in the name of land
I blink and I close my eyes
I look again and I see
A land of degradation
From sea to shinning sea
Slaves is what they were
Justified as we may say
Deep down we no it was wrong
What ever gave a man the right
The right to own another man
What ever gave us a right
To take away the freedoms
To take away the God given rights
Just on the color of a person's skin
I'm a white man, so I am free
You are black man, you belong to me
Notice one thing I just said
No matter color "man" they both are
Human freedom is a right from birth
Not to be taken or fought over
But to be cherished
You are my brother or sister
We stand arm in arms
We stand in peace and love
I close my eyes again with tears in them
I reopen and see this great land
And its fine laid out history
There are things of pride not to be hidden
Fighting for freedom with gun, spirit, and pen
Remembering them for their braveness
Without them scared of what might have been
And where we would have been
The pride of a nation
Man, woman and child
Of all colors walking together
"I have a dream"
Oh lord on that day we saw the power
The power of humanity
I thank God for my spirit
I thank God for the power of love
Waste not we are fools
In our waste baron land
Waste not we are rich
In this God given green land
Today we are blessed
To know our past faults
Today I declare our independence
As a race, human we all are
Looking from the mountain top
What do my eyes see
Richness, poorness, spirit in flight
Integrity, dishonor, distrust
Sometimes even respect
I see my home for what it is
I see the truth, I see the lies
I see grandeur from the mountain top
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HE DID IT NOT YOU
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You sit and you cry
As you have done before
Too many times in the past
What did I do to deserves this
What did I do to him
Did I lead him on
Did I want it
Or make him think I did
What did I do wrong
WHAT !!!
Horror it runs through
Your mind
Your heart
Your soul
I sit I listen
I feel your pain
Even though what I feel
Can not compare
Just remember
I love you
And he did it
Not you
You told him no
You fought him
As good as you could
He kept going
No matter how much you cried
He did it not you
You still feel pain
You still feel guilt
But remember my friend
He did it not you
I wish I could change this
But what is done is done
This pain may forever linger
This is the horror of rape
You are a victim
Innocent in all
For he did it not you
Below are some links to web sites for women who have been abused one way or another. Physically beaten, raped, etc. Please use them ladies, don't be afraid, or ashamed. Like the poem says, He Did It Not You. Get your freedom please. My love and best wishes go out to you all.
WEAVE, Inc. Women Escaping A Violent Environment
***Tina's Times***A page I think you could get inspiration and help from
This link will take you to RAPE, ABUSE AND INCEST NATIONAL NETWORK
Or going to Yahoo use the words RAPE or ABUSED WOMEN for your search there is a large listing of centers and groups all over the United States to help you. Here is the link to Yahoo Yahoo!
Yahoo!
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Natural Ignorance
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Mother why are we here?
To Live my child to live
Mother why do birds fly?
Freedom my child it is our gift
Mother why must we cry?
For a smile to be a pleasure
Mother where are we?
On our home Earth
Mother if Earth is our home
Why do we trash it?
Ignorance son ignorance
Mother what are we doing?
Killing, killing
Second by second
On average one
One species
Eliminated each day
Never to live again
Never to be seen
Only to be remembered
Ignorance
Ignorance my son
So wise we are
But yet so dumb or blind
None the less ignorant
To our home Earth
One day we will be next
Next on the list to go
Say good-bye to home
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SHOPPERS BEWARE
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Life the store of journeys ever lost
Departments of lost dreams
Next stop Marshal Fields or was it Target
Value is it a dollar, dime, nickel, penny
Or is it ethics, manners, respect
Maybe something even deeper from within
You judge a person by their cover
Then it can be you are truly blind
You judge a person by their soul
Then it is said you look to deep
And lost the point of purpose
If you judge then you shall be judged
One price to pay for an opinion
One price to pay to maintain in this game
Step up sir, step up ma'am your turn
Go ahead roll the dice, take your chance
Snake eyes!!!!
Now go to the back of the line
Steady climbs in the check out line
Cash or charge? Paper or Plastic?
Attention Customer!!!
Please Read!!!
Return Policy!!!
No Returns!!!!
No Exchange!!
Your Life Is Final!!
Waste not want not this life is yours
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Our Souls Are Prisoners
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Open your eyes
Can't you see
What has happened
To society
Handcuffs on our tongues
Shackles on our minds
They made
Toys of our souls
And proclaimed
Our thoughts a crime
Freedom
As long as they don't pay
But is it freedom
When they can take it away
Or when they control
When
Where
How
Or what
You can say
Our Souls Are Prisoners
When speaking a thought
Is a crime
I don't know about you
But I'm taking a chance
And speaking my mind
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America The Home Of My Grave
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We lost a lot with our change
We said it was growth
Then why did we lose so much?
Was it worth it?
Are we truly better?
This is modern to kill?
Is it modern to pollute?
America the beautiful
America the deprived
America the land of the free
America the home of my grave
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