Last Night’s Dinner

Last night I had my dinner;
It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!
And while I ate I heard it’s cries, I felt it’s sorrow and pain and guilt, regret and
bitter remorse slowly filled my veins.
How was his last moments, was it a girl or boy, when was he born, did his Mother scorn
like our Mother’s do us? Did he feel happy, did he cry and did he laugh…was it his Mother’s name he called
when the Butchers blade did slash?
 
How is it ever justified to bring into this world a life, knowing that before he’s born, he’ll suffer, moan and die?
How can we live with ourselves when throughout the day we devour the carcases of someone’s body away?
It is their blood we split, and upon our hand’s it stains. Eating meat is madness now in the modern age!
 
As I finished dinner, I went home to pray asking God’s forgiveness for the life I ate away!
The Master never intended His creations to be meat, to be enjoyed on someone’s plate, to be called
juicy, delicious or sweet! Never again shall I indulge on someone who once breathed, who once was just as loved by God as God loves me.
Last night I had my dinner;
It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!
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These Eyes

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry;

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering.

Do we really get over the evils of the past? Does the damage done to our forefathers within our fibers last? Why do I feel so deeply for a land I’ve never been? Why do I weep when I hear the pipes sing a mournful tune to me?

Does somewhere in my soul recall the pain of starvation and lost when the coffin ships came? Does somewhere in this young heart of mine remember the murders, rapes and misdeeds done to those so long ago? Does somewhere in my memory does revenge and hatred grow-for those whom I’ve never known.

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry.

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering…because what is left of those millions

are these eyes of mine!

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Only For Tonight

It is only for tonight my dear wipe away your tears. 
Your pain is done, your battles won-don’t repeat your fears.
Darling girl you’ve cried so much throughout the night you’ve shed 
and in the day your pain does stay and your guts how have they bled.
Those vile thoughts of grand temptation of tasty treats and sweet delights,
but alas! Those few nibbles and shallow bites will make you wish you dead. 
Too many nights you’ve spent in terror thinking about the demons, while waiting for the hell that comes and feeling so forsaken. 
 
Tonight I know you’ve fallen but its only for tonight my dear,
wipe away your tears for a lesson is taught with each mistake and
a LESSON is LEARNED TONIGHT my dear!

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The Girl In The Photograph

Look at the girl in the photograph;
Look at the expression on her face.
Those dim eyes you see aren’t glowing,
They’ve lost life’s sweet embrace.
Who is this girl in the photograph?
Held by her parents dear, imagine
The sorrow they’ve suffered,
they witnessed what they’ve feared.
What did her Mother call her when She was but a babe?
My darling angel, sweetest one, A gift my God has made?
I wish to know this child I see Who lost life’s fight.
I want to comprehend what was she once was like?
A passive calming person,
A nature so divine or was her soul so fiery that it resembled mine?
Did she wish to marry and Wed a man adored
or was her Mind too busy for matters of the heart?
It tis’ too late to know her, for her life This world stole but alas!
This girl In the photography-her name I wish To know!

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Filth of Flesh

I guess its here to stay;
I can’t wash this filth away.
I cannot seem to clean nor cleanse the monster of my soul within.
To ease the pain, to rid the hate in which my own opinion makes,
that innocence I couldn’t reach, that perfection I couldn’t keep;
for I the filthy whore, the hun, the fallen angel,
the unchosen one.
Left to die, decay and rot in this unholy mortal spot,
to stand and feel the filth of flesh where all my
horrors here come to rest,
I guess its here to stay?
I cannot wash this filth away!
I cannot seem to cleanse this evil burning deep within.
How can I purge and make this right,
am I to suffer day and night?
To feel the filth of flesh throughout and have my heart
scream in pain without?
Is this the wound I bear,
what have I done to divinity dear;
To face destruction a slow decay as my disgust wastes me away?
I guess its here to stay?
I cannot wash this filth away!

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Watching Us (age 12)

Here I am, love me! I have nothing to hide.
There is no one here to watch us as we fall in love inside.
Now look into my eyes and feel what I feel tonight.
Love is forbidden in more ways than one, but this love affair,
our love affair has only begun.
There is nothing like your kindness, your sweet and tender
touch, if only I could show you how much I really care.

Wait! I hear someone walking, walking to the door if they see
me in your arms, my family is at war!
Oh what can I do? I’ve jumped the queue, there is nothing for me
now. If I can’t have you tonight I’ll drown and my heart will be as silent as the grave.
We whisper in secret and kiss in dark corners, we are doing no wrong.
Our parents choose who we must marry, but they can’t command us to love.

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The Dreamery (age 12)


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In a place far away, in a place no one
knows, there is a place I call the dreamery.
The dreamery, my dreamery, where music
always plays and where dreams come true.
It is a place where hope soars freely, it is
a place where you can be alone and away
from all people.
The dreamery, my dreamery, where all my
dreams come true and all my fears fade,
this dreamery, my dreamery is my home and
my time.
The dreamery is a secret world, away from all
worlds.
It is a place where fantasy becomes reality
it is a place of magic, it is a place of wonder,
it is my dreamery.

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