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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 End

And so this is the end?
I knew I’d never win,
the choice to sink or swim…
the waters deep.
I held my breath and ne’er
a soul did speak.
And so this is the end?
I knew that there and then,
a life in vain I’ve wasted,
and anguish I have tasted…
now death is but a whim.
And so this is the end?
Hope here it seems dim,
mine whimsy’s caving in and
I’ve fallen to despair.
AYE, ALAS! You’ve met me there,
the fate foretold to me
blinded to all others, they
just couldn’t see.

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To Mother

Your love is mine and it is finely tuned, like a delicate instrument I am yours to groom.

Your breath and your soul is what my heart adores and without you I’d vanish like a fading flower. You’re mine and you’re thine and your whom I do sing, every lyric I write to your joy I hope to bring.

The heavens created me, the form God did give to delight and to brighten your day to day whims. I am ne’er to to live a life of my own, don’t you see I’m your doll your one and true own! The pale porcelain portrait,the girl with no age, forever she’s waiting to play all your games and when you’ve grown tired of the doll that was given, she’ll shrink and shrivel and go back to heaven.

 

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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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Not Mine

With every breath and hope I’ve tried,
ALAS! I find you’re never mine.
What have I done, have I not prayed,
enough for you-my soul to save?
What evil deed or visious sin have I done,
to be forbidden in?
Was I born the devil’s child, the rebel heart,
whose soul is vile?
If not that than why stray,
when I kneel and want to stay?
With you I see I am forgotten, the mortal soul
thous not forgiven.
And my fate in which I’m driven is to
death which you have given;
For you’ve not replied.
With every breath and hope I’ve tried,
ALAS! I find you’re never mine.

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