Sing to me of my mother's pain…!
Where thorns reach into thy hearts…
And heaven…becomes rain…
Land is no longer my support…!
Earth has turned to mud!
Sucking me down!
Sucking my soul to the corp.…!
Fight! "Fight until feathers have fallen…!"
Nothing more left than…twigs!
No longer a sword…!
And yet!
The Children are still calling…
I walk where no shadow lay…
Where no sun holds me…!
No open doors…
Has death cometh to take me?
Is it too late to pray…?
Peace has come to me now…
" I'm six feet under and
Calling to the angels"
-Come take me now…!
I still feel the vultures tearing at me!
Tearing at my clouds…
I have gone where many dare not to tread…!
Children; I have not left you…
I only rest…
" The Angels have taken me…"
For now…!
I am dead…
Hummmm...I would say that this is another "call"
So dont be alarm! I would like to hear from the ones...
You know who you are! E-me! healer47.hotmail.com
Cats like nothing better than stuck in the mud fish! HA! How are ya you dirty little fin flipper you?! HA! Have a bloop-bloop day!
Your green-eyed cat
Reviewed by JoAnne Buchanan
Reviewed on August 7, 2002
Why won't you take our hands..?
Light and love, Jo
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 7, 2002
Powerful
Reviewed by Kathy (Aislin) Bailey (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2002
just reach up and take my hand
and we will travel to the promised land
shed the darkness from your soul
accept the light that is your goal
take my hand and i'll lift you up
so you may drink from the Father's cup.
we are here for you.
love and light
Kate
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2002
Namaste' My dear friend. It is so good to see a post from you... You are always missed when you've been away for so long.
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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Love, JC xoxoxoxo
Your green-eyed cat
Light and love, Jo
and we will travel to the promised land
shed the darkness from your soul
accept the light that is your goal
take my hand and i'll lift you up
so you may drink from the Father's cup.
we are here for you.
love and light
Kate