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“What Was It We Were Thinking Of”
I watch the news, every day.
It’s always the same,
The Left, Screaming Hate,
Desperately trying to keep the Right
At bay.
Protesters scream for equality,
And smash window with their anger and hate,
They fear change, their rights taken away,
Before it’s too late.
Blood and glass,
You can take change, and shove it
Up your ass.
My daily question is this,
Why not give a New America a chance,
To come together and join hands in this new American dance.
So when you’re spreading fear and displaying mayhem,
And you scream with clinched fists,
To the Lord above,
Ask yourselves one question,
What was it, we were thinking of.
Police officer’s shoot unarmed men of color,
And justify it with fear for life,
And act of valor.
Then they, themselves become targets of senseless acts of evil and hate,
And die in numbers, the reason, we can’t understand,
Or relate.
To protect and serve, their motto sworn,
And another homeless child is born.
Gangs on the streets,
Certain fate, they will meet.
Hate crimes abound,
Swastika’s and white hooded men are still around.
One innocent, defenseless boy is kidnapped, tortured,
And bound.
When you hit your knees tonight,
And pray to the Lord above,
To give peace a chance, and not lose sight.
Ask him for patience, understanding, and love,
Then ask yourselves,
What was it, we were thinking of.
-Kelly.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCYXL8…
I watch the news, every day.
It’s always the same,
The Left, Screaming Hate,
Desperately trying to keep the Right
At bay.
Protesters scream for equality,
And smash window with their anger and hate,
They fear change, their rights taken away,
Before it’s too late.
Blood and glass,
You can take change, and shove it
Up your ass.
My daily question is this,
Why not give a New America a chance,
To come together and join hands in this new American dance.
So when you’re spreading fear and displaying mayhem,
And you scream with clinched fists,
To the Lord above,
Ask yourselves one question,
What was it, we were thinking of.
Police officer’s shoot unarmed men of color,
And justify it with fear for life,
And act of valor.
Then they, themselves become targets of senseless acts of evil and hate,
And die in numbers, the reason, we can’t understand,
Or relate.
To protect and serve, their motto sworn,
And another homeless child is born.
Gangs on the streets,
Certain fate, they will meet.
Hate crimes abound,
Swastika’s and white hooded men are still around.
One innocent, defenseless boy is kidnapped, tortured,
And bound.
When you hit your knees tonight,
And pray to the Lord above,
To give peace a chance, and not lose sight.
Ask him for patience, understanding, and love,
Then ask yourselves,
What was it, we were thinking of.
-Kelly.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCYXL8…
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private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
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'Night Shadows of Passerby'
Night shadows of passerby,
Men in expensive tailored suits,
Italian shoes that echo my mind.
Beautiful women on their arms,
Satisfied with the one.
Sultry music from the back alley pub,
Drinks lined up in shots,
Cheers and jeers for the dancer,
Tips with hopes of forget-me-nots.
My soul calls me home,
At the lonely wail of the saxophone.
Winter wind blows past me,
As I scrunch up my duster
and duck my head deeper under my hat.
Invisible to the night shadows,
Of passerby.
-Kelly.
'Map of the World'
"Map of the World"
My face has shadows that transform into smiles at the mere thought of you.
In the mirror, I see a map of the world, it's treasures burned deep into my skin. My beard, the contrast of greys and whites, with harlequin flecks of brown and gold. My eyes even smile. They have seen the sunset's and sunrise's of the Mediterranean, and my skin is tan and leathery from it's golden warm rays. My thirst has been quenched with Ale's from Amsterdam and Helsinki, Belgium and Kiel, and even Perth, London and Marseille. But I don't let my travels device me.
Of all the places I've been, all the adventures I've had, and all of the people I'
'Coming Home'
All day long, and into the night, I felt a presence.
Couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely a presence felt.
Something touching me, or someone.
My uneasiness tugged at my gut,
neck hairs pricked.
Home alone, July 6th, a day that should have been normal, but it was anything but.
Someone or something was with me, watching me. It's a feeling that I've had before, but that day, it was thick in the air, the early summer heat pounding my head, my skin.
I tried to shake it with a cold beer, its golden elixir going down like rocky mountain water.
That's when it happened.
I turned around, someone standing a few feet behind me.
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'Angel's Breath'
"Angel's Breath"
Soft blush red, shades of pastel pink,
Chablis glass stained-
Tastes of rose petals, cherry blossoms, even bubblegum, once.
Luscious Lips-
Wet and hungry,
Starving for touch.
Tempting my desire,
Setting my blood on fire.
Pearly whites bite down,
Pouty lips in a seductive frown.
Oh, what you can do to me,
With those decadent lips-
I pull you closer,
With the softness
Of my fingertips.
I kiss you, with everything
I got,
Holding back nothing-
Full on, open mouth, tongue in play,
A kiss that stays with you,
Throughout the night, and into the next day.
Angels breath,
Taking my breath away.
-Kelly.
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