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Light Of Heart

Light Of Heart…..

Who hunts for the wizard or witch,
finding words go to the fore with ease.
Leaving nurses to gamble or re stitch,
cuts through life like a malefic breeze.

Who can shine blue in a mothers eyes,
have a warring chest with black heart.
Watch while another innocent dies,
then carry them off in an ancient cart.

Empower those who are well heeled,
helping them live their lives in style.
keep them under a protective shield,
as their poor subjects starve a while.

Even worse a man of the cloth,
what a stupid description per se.
Word usage, as is bulb to a moth,
anyone can use them that way.

The cloth man says the poor will inherit,
this wondrous earth after their death.
If they don’t deserve it now on merit,
I sure as hell won’t hold my breath.

Then we ask who kills the most,
man of cloth or sword carrying beast.
It’s man, inspired by that holy ghost,
nothings as deadly as a demented priest.

Both are black hearted in their own way,
but as one they’ll conspire with god.
They ask for his blessing as they pray,
he consents to murder, rape, how odd..

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Listening to Goodbye Horses Cover...made refamous by Silence of the Lambs
Firstly...
your poem is correctly dark!
speaks no lies
asks the reader the right questions

many never deal with the issues
many are wont to stay in denial
who wishes to live the gritty grey
of the true reality on how our
world works...?

if U could live in disbelief?
would U...could U?
I lived with many who did...
slept at night
while I with my eye and intuition
felt it all..delved it all...smelt it all
was so close to it...
the near misses...
say nothing
stay mum
Not a Rat!

like a battle weary soldier
U drink or drug to hold back
at bay the ghosts that gnaw
at your sanity the posts
above the gnashing
waves..the tether to your
zeppelin

I ran meetings...self help
group
while a young couple came
for help
the young bearded priest
took the boy a year and
a half old...two months
in and a couple weeks
before I shut down the
meeting....people quit
coming...a nice OPP man
came in...and left with
the priest...Was his parish
Catholic...
years later I found out
that priest was abusing that
young infant..
Im glad I did not know at
the time
..
but I dont condone faith
only religion
I do hate people that prey
on the weak and innocent
and I for one do not shed
a tear for those in the penal
system or outside that
suffer for their sins!

and the world of Politics

those with Teflon Zeal
U may ask yourself
why are they given a free
pass

there are higher orders
who run the show
call the shots
Even the sergeant of arms
in his day in Rome said
Jesus has done nothing
but the jews said
Crucify him...they thought
he impersonating the
great Leader!

I know a lot of cops
soldiers...firemen..women.
nurses...docs..
Being with good intellect
I talk with all these dedicated
souls....and Im also with the
street level...
when in ten days holding
waiting for sentencing all
the hard ass gangsters
told the old mouth peice
to shut up..which he smartly
did...they all fell asleep
while I walked about like
Daniel amongst his lions...
nice boys...we missed our
dinner...and the female
gaurd...OPP made us all
cheese sandwhichs which
the twenty year veteran
jail boy said..I have never
seen anything like it!!
ever...But the boys were
respectful....they slept
for a half hour while I kept
an eye on them..
I still knock knuckles to
this day with them..

jaded means jazzed..
faded...worn with the grit
of its travel....but deep
down there is always
fresh currents of random
hope that shows up
in all the ugliness
Ive been through that
seen it...
felt it...Lived it..
otherwise I would not
have lasted..
would have eaten a gun
would have taken someone
out...Deserving of course!
but no..
hearts...brilliance..
passion..God creates nothing
of mistake...Satan takes
what he can..those that
make their deal..
and I never made one!
Fu**! satan!
but its a tough go dealing
with...or helping with..
sloggin it in the trenches

But chin up...
U make a difference
with your work
Your poetry....
We Must Survive!
I have made a difference
I see it now!
I need to be around
to make more..
I must be aware of those
who want to rid of me..
those who would help me
hold a weapon to my life...
fuck that shit..
here...suck on this!

food for thought!

keep up the good work
keep on pickin em up
and puttin em down
Roscoe!

a tough job though..

hell yah!

Mr Wolf!

Thank you, and yes it is a horrible murky place this world of ours. What man does in the name of religion is incredible. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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