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A Kiss of Love

by

Lori Ann Day


Scented love wafting in the door,
I invoked you back again.
A kiss of love, could I ask for more?
You returned to me.
Floating by bubbles bursting in the skye,
rainbows floating high.

Now is the time to hold you tight,
and never let you go again.
Now is the time, the time has come.

Conjuring, invoking, clouds of dust, but then I see.
Conjuring, invoking, yeah, love like ours, it doesn't come easy.
Tell me now, where does it go?

Conjuring, invoking, creating a love that's not too blind to see.
Conjuring, invoking, do not leave me behind rings of smoke, through a smoke screen, camouflaging and disguising your undying love.

Now is the time to hold you tight,
and never let you go again.
Now is the time, the time has come.

Scented love, the fragrance of your soul,
breathing into mine.
A kiss of love, vapors dancing in the night,
stars lit like candles in the skye.
Hold me tight, whisper words that bring the light.
Now I've found your love.

Now is the time to hold you tight,
and never let you go again.
Now is the time, the time has come.

Conjuring, invoking, clouds of dust, but then I see.
Conjuring, invoking, love like ours, it doesn't come easy.
Now's the time to take hold, and never let go.

Now is the time to hold you tight,
and never let you go again.
Now is the time, the time has come.

Scented love, the fragrance of a soul,
blooming within mine.

Now is the time to hold you tight,
and never let you go again.
Now is the time, the time has come.


U.S.S. Inddianapolis

by

Lori Ann Day


Four days out in the ocean, unknown to each other,
third and fourth division,
until they took turns sleeping,
and encouraging each other to live.
What was in the boxes?
That was the question.
The atomic bomb?
Some thought it was toilet paper.
No escort!
Was this for security reasons?
No, it was a blunder of the government, and they certainly could be exposed.
McVeigh lived for years after he was accused,
until he got tired of fighting, and committed suicide.
Years later, he was symbolically vindicated of the crimes they said he was culpable.

Twenty-five minutes to sink,
the equivalent of two blocks,
two football fields in the making.
No one who wanted to live drank ocean water.
It drove you crazy,
swimming off,
sinking,
and calling home to mother.

The Essex

by

Lori Ann Day


The Essex, Nantucket, Quakers, whalers who knew their trade,
passive with people, aggressive in business.
Sperm whales, Killer whales, and Orcas.
Herman Melville ran down Chase’s son,
and the son of Chase gave him the scroll that his father’s story was written on.
Melville read the story of Chase, and out of that story came the birth of Moby Dick.

The Medic

by

Lori Ann Day


A Jewish American medic saw a German raise his hands.
He was seventeen, a civilian, and underaged to fight, and yet, he was still shot.
The medic heard the German say, "Father, why did they shoot me when I didn’t have a gun?
I never fired a shot.
I am a civilian."
The medic saw the German’s heart beating inside his chest, and stuffed his feelings and emotions away to live another day.
Something inside had died in order to survive, make it through, and live.
The medic checked on the boy in the next few days, and was told that he was a hopeless cause.
A medic shouldn’t be wasting the resources that could save others.
Even American soldiers were capable of atrocities, looting, and many things when told that they were fighting and looking at their enemy.
I am reminded of how frightened people must be of the targets they spend their bullets on while shooting off their tongues.

Force yourself to move, and go against every inclination that warns you, and says that you are human, sacrificing yourself to a god that you have no faith in, and have never believed in, dancing with the devil, a zigzag in marching fire.

The Government Sacrifice

by

Lori Ann Day

s this some kind of an unconscious sacrifice?
Are we offering up the children to the gods?
Have we been enlightened no more than to return to our primitive customs and desires?

Waves of birth bring in the innocent cries of youth.
Waves of death take out the young with guns and knives.
They’re taken out with the tide.

With each generation we become a little more enlightened, and reject the powers of darkness.
So there must be a way to repress and oppress those who would have their say.
When too much power is wielded by the people, the young are
taken, and offered up to the gods, and we’re reminded of who’s boss.
The shock and the fear sets the voice of the people back many years.

The time is coming when people will no longer take their appointed places like sheep, and will rise up, and with one voice will hear them speak.
They will save their children from the government’s sacrifice.

Beyond the anger of the fist is mentality.
Beyond the red anger of the heart is compassion.

There’s a messenger at the door that none can infiltrate or penetrate.
No more weapons - no more fear.
No more guns to defend our fear.
Angels sit on the shoulders of men, while men proclaim their songs of peace.

They offer up children in a bloody sacrifice, to satiate the gods of power and greed.
They offer up children in a human sacrifice to satiate gods, and to keep us blind.
They pay the price with a mass sacrifice.
The peace plateau that world consciousness was rising up to was shot down again, and the young men are the sacrificial lambs raised for the slaughter.