With new dawn,
My sense is drawn
To sound of avian singer.
First rose of spring
No comfort does bring,
Darkness is want to linger.
As I awake
My heart does ache
Love be not near me.
Once close beside
No coyness hide
Ever as one were we.
As years pass by
I oft do cry
Your warmth no longer here.
When storm of night
Darkened the light
How your strength did chase my fear.
Yet even today
Search as I may
My spirit in despair
For those who did deny
A child’s only ally
Have taken you, my Teddy Bear!
I am a privileged white man,
For that, I feel no shame.
I was born to dysfunctional family,
Raised in lonely pain.
I am a privileged white man,
My career began in my teens.
Death claimed by father,
Debt destroyed our means.
I am a privileged white man,
No diploma did I earn.
I wandered streets in darkness,
For a home, my soul did yearn.
I am a privileged white man,
To eat, I mopped their floors.
No future lay before me,
My world filled with locked doors.
I am a privileged white man,
I refused to make it end.
I rose above my station,
My life began to mend.
I am a privileged white man,
I rose above defeat,
No guilt rest on my shoulders,
I’ll remain upon my feet.
I am a privileged white man,
I overcame the past.
I struggle for life daily,
And will until the last.
For I am a privileged white man,
A title I wear proud.
No dishonor do I feel,
For wisdom shall be my shroud.
America faces an impasse
A time when we must speak
Rule by authoritarian class
No more can we be weak.
America approaches no end
Nor has our will retreated
Despite the claims of portent
We will not be defeated.
America must rise to unity
As once we did before
To stand against old tyranny
We go ever stronger to the fore.
America, raise up your voice
Defy those who profane
Let all Freedoms be your choice
Rekindle our sacred flame
American for Americans
Let none corrupt evermore
Did ever rest by tranquil stream,
In Maple copse, neath amber bower,
There to ponder pleasant dream,
Midst opulence of Nature’s power?
Did ever smell a forest floor,
Its perfume forever rife,
Eternal turmoil to the fore,
Where death transforms to life.
Did ever walk on forest path,
Where shades obscured the sun,
An anxious sense of virgin wrath,
Did force your heart to run?
Did ever hear gnarled oak tree cry,
A chipmunk’s song,
Or Cougar’s sigh,
Linger still for you may erelong.
Did ever see a woodland sprite,
A goblin, nymph or gnome,
Take silent walk in late, late night,
Perhaps you’ll find one home.
Did ever sit by burning log
A chill to warm, alone you thought,
Yet voice did hear within your fog,
“Rest my child, your sins I bought.”
I made my shadow weep,
Cast tears upon the ground.
A specter once so strong,
Did earth attempt to drown.
I heard the phantom keen,
Its voice no power held.
Apparition now defeated
Reticence not dispelled.
The wraith within did struggle,
Fleeting pain enjoin.
Shade of time long past,
My heart did it purloin.
Now does essence linger,
Awaiting imminent fate.
My spirit faced by choices,
Heaven or Hell, which gate?
I made my shadow weep,
On darkest nights it cried.
I made my shadow weep,
Only to myself had I lied.
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