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Little Sins

Ever in life do we find –
the glory, the strife,
– and never mind…

Infants we come – innocence –
trapped in Satan’s sinful flesh –
– born into time.

We hear the tick, we hear the tock,
slowly lose love – watching the clock –
our lives benign.

We watch the things of evil’s way,
accept them all as child’s play –
living blind.

We see the murderous throes of he,
whose sinful acts bring misery –
and think he is most obviously –
of evil kind.

And so throw our stones into he –
always believing autonomy –
should separate virtuous we –
from his kind.

Then we move about our imaginative life,
seeing less glory and more imminent strife –
in all we find.

Still there’s death, with every breath,
and evil lives across worlds breadth –
even of our kind.

For after our stones are thrown –
and lesser evils be known –
we find ourselves within –
forging mountains of sin –
For justice will find that murdering man
and bring to light his murdering plan –
And so it shall do to we.

And yay, though we murdered not –
or cursed or robbed dear Camelot –
our lives have certainly lost –
innocence – at dear soul cost.

For hating he who caused the harm,
is enough to ring heav’ns alarm –
and in the last it is we who’ll see –
the bowels of hell for eternity….

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Love Elusive

If one could search for love so kind –
from ocean’s depth to narrow shore…
so rare a beauty as ever find
as though never searched before.

Yet in the human heart lies trust –
a desire that tickles the soul.
In our bodies we simply must –
Find love to make us whole….

But within that quest, of broken dream,
finds nere the song of love’s requiem,
For her shadow is sparse with invisible seam,
lying broken, invariably lost in-between.

For closer to heart than love’s yearning call –
lies hungry start of monstrous endeavor.
A bloody war where the good shall fall –
beautiful life lost for nothing better.

The screams for mother and country so dear,
breathing the bloody stumps of men….
And he, so bland, raise a hand to cheer
such violent death of countrymen.

What of love for times as these –
gone to hide ‘midst the forest…
seeking shelter behind the leaves
of hatred’s enchanting chorus.

Search my young friend, far and low,
for that love so well hidden –
and when if found, let your heart come round,
to pray that war be ridden.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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I’m a Child

 

I am a child,
have been all the while.
You, were a girl,
Heaven in the world.
We were gonna be,
something to see.
Life took a turn,
wind began to burn.
Melting eyes upon us,
graying skies now dawn us.
And Earth cries her song,
and we all join along.

Where has the love gone,
where is the love?
Why has the love gone,
why am I alone……
You are the answer,
so I don’t want to know,
I just want to go.

I keep my eyes straight down now,
watching crawling things.
You cast your spell around me,
pull your puppet strings,
Your grand plan is unfolding,
the sorrow sure does sting.
You’re very good at hating,
do you know what I mean?
I’ve lain here in my quiet,
While your lion roared.
Soaking up his sadness,
crying on the floor.
I’ve picked up all the pieces,
shoved them in my heart,
And i will carry them with me
Until I see you in the dark.

That’s when I’ll give them back.

Where has the love gone,
where is the love?


Circle’s End

A Sopwith flew,
as tensions grew,
Black cross on red denied.

A dozen men,
a thousand when,
lives are lost to pride.

A spawn of war,
on to more,
upon his hateful stride.

Six million Jews,
laid by crews,
who only went to hide.

Korea next,
Saigon flexed,
and the whole world cried.

Do you think your goal is new?
that when your mayhem is through…
We should think greater of you?

The circle lives because of men like you.
Just a cold, dark heart in wintry stew.

Fuck you, terrorist.
(with a little “t”)

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“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”

Ernest Hemingway

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