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Direct your eyes
to the skies and see if you can find the thin black line where the Earth and heavens meet. See the twinkle of the sprinkled stars across the black expanse as they dance their ballroom dance. Often times you will find a familiar glow, the lunar star stilling the show. See the darker shades as they begin to fade from black to purple to a true sky blue. Outlined in silver is shroud of puffy white clouds and if you didn’t know that ribbon of light is called a rainbow. A bow that appears after the rains and what it contains is foundational, for every color imaginable. Still touring the skies with your eyes see it glow yellow orange then red. See the rays of light divide the days from light making the green stuff live asking for nothing just wanting to give. Now I ask you. What could be more beautiful than this majestic canvas that hovers over us? Well I say nothing, nothing but the almighty God that painted it. To sum this up in one little phrase That’s giving God his praise. ~Christopher Michael (1999) This is poem marks the beginning of an era for me. I think this is the first poem I sat down and purposely consructed.
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Her tears fall like rain forest acres of flowers and flesh chopped down daily. Her pedals poisoned by the pollution of perversion. She blooms every color from beautiful black blossom to snow white lily. From human to thing she's reduced. Passes from pedophile to pervert she's recycled. Her virginity can never be restored. Planted in the whores din l ike trash that missed the recycle bin, she'd be safer in the center of a lions din. God did it for Daniel I'm sure he'll do it again. Imagine living life like a plastic bottle body filled emptied, soul crushed then thrown away. You amount to little more than trash on the side of the highway. Look up from your low place as we celebrate Earthday, you dread the next day numb by birthday no rest for you weary worn out any day awake or not high is a bad day. ~Christopher Michael I wrote this in 2010 as an example of the direction I wanted my youth poets to go. |
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