| This is from a member of a group I belong to. I thought it was good enough to include here. (please note that the text is in red...if you have difficulty in reading this, drag your cursor over the text to highlight it) |
| PASSAGES OF THE MOON |
| Moonlight bleeds through boarded glass she sits, huddled in the corner naked, dirty skin trembling waits for the inevitable the shadows can't protect her Moonbeams slice like a laser burning past her flesh lighting her flesh it has begun Follicles reach for the darkness bones stretch and crack before reforming the beast has awakened She is the night slave of death, she scampers the cold earth fangs crusted with innocent blood the night cries out Salvation is near she never sees him only the glint of silver that pierces her heart and saturates the thirsty earth with unholy blood In the end her frail, naked, dirty body sits, huddled in a corner trembles more from fear than the cold autumn night a gentle breeze takes her last breath and releases her mercifully to the night TGReaper 2003 |
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| This is by a lovely lady named Savvy. I thought it was wonderful and felt I had to add it here. |
| LIKE LOVE, THIRST KNOWS NO COLOR |
| How can you dis another For one's skin color Knowing that they're your sister or your brother How can you look down on her or him Because of the color of their skin Do you not know that they are your earthly kin How can you burn a cross On the backs of any race Do you not see your eyes in their face Eyes as yours and mine that look to this world For justice, equality and freedom Do you not see the same blood flowing through their veins Blood flowing with color the same Flowing as yours and mine Flowing from the divine into thine How could you color-code faucets Were you not thinking Didn't you know That, like love, thirst knows no color That in all colors, we are sisters and brothers |
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