A Little Girl Lost

A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.In the age of gold,Free from winter's cold,Youth and maiden bright,To the holy light,Naked in the sunny beams delight.Once a youthful pair,Filled with softest care,Met in garden brightWhere the holy lightHad just removed the curtains of the night.Then, in rising day,On the grass they play;Parents were afar,Strangers came not near,And the maiden soon forgot her fear.Tired with kisses sweet,They agree to meetWhen the silent sleepWaves o'er heaven's deep,And the weary tired wanderers weep.To her father whiteCame the maiden bright;But his loving look,Like the holy bookAll her tender limbs with terror shook.'Ona, pale and weak,To thy father speak!Oh the trembling fear!Oh the dismal careThat shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!' William Blake

GI JOE and NWO

GI JOE and NWO

Induced to join, trained to killYoung men/women obey ordersSo willingly their blood they spillFight abroad, guard our bordersDeployed they were to Iraqi soilTo fight and depose a puppet kingFact is it was just to get more oilDestroyed and never fixed a thingPresident recently gave a new orderBrought home an Infantry BrigadeTo help found a “New World Order”American vs. American Bush Ok’d‘Tis difficult to ponder n’ reasonWhy our leader commits treason

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ashor
the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,the wind of bannersthat passes through my life,and you decideto leave me at the shoreof the heart where I have roots,rememberthat on that day,at that hour,I shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.Butif each day,each hour,you feel that you are destined for mewith implacable sweetness,if each day a flowerclimbs up to your lips to seek me,ah my love, ah my own,in me all that fire is repeated,in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,my love feeds on your love, beloved,and as long as you live it will be in your armswithout leaving mine

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,
The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.
Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.
They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.
When I try to show themThey say they still can't see.
I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.
Now you understandJust why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.
When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.
I say,It's in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need of my care,'Cause I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.