RACISM
Born from mother, clipped from her umbilical cord,
Our life begins as we cry in the ward.
Cognitive of this moment we are not,
But time eventually shows our lot.
As children we learn to get along, Until mommy or daddy sings that ‘ole song.
Son, you are different from others in the class,
Don’t play with them as they always come in last.
Not by merits decree do they sing,
But from religion, race and origin.
Son their pigment and beliefs make them wrong,
They’re different from us, but don’t get us wrong.
We have nothing against them as you can see,
But really you are better than them as you can plainly see.
The goes to school as normal the next day,
But now his brain has thoughts a different way.
Charles is black and now the son knows,
He is probably a thief and that’s the way it goes.
Frankie is gay and talks a little strange,
But mommy and daddy say his destination is hell’s range.
Sam is a Jew, his best friend before today,
But mommy and daddy say to stay away.
While Sam may appear to be a good friend,
Them Jews will take advantage of you in the end.
Ali is a Muslim on Son’s soccer team.
But mommy and daddy told about how his people blew up our countries buildings and beams.
The Son has now grown up as his parents taught him well,
All the others are going to hell.
The son is a man of right and wrong.
He knew the others were different all along.
The black are on welfare and don’t work very hard,
The rest of them on the police squad.
The gays spread Aids, naturally a disease by god,
Unnatural, they are doomed each deviant sod.
The Jew is always unfair in his tricks,
He will start you with money and leave you with sticks.
The Muslim is dressed with a head band and dress,
Probably another terrorist sleeper here to kill us all his best.
You see the Son knows so very well,
That society is predictable as anyone can tell.
He knows the constitution stands for the rights of all,
But these other demons shouldn’t count at all.
He went to church on Sunday for Mass,
They tell him the same in a sold out class.
The Son, now a man is not a racist at all,
His attorneys a Jew and a black cleans his hall.
He simply wants to be left alone,
With other like him as the to were shown.
He has nothing personal against them all,
But he fells they have no rights to join the golf club and play ball.
He has nothing against blacks, except when there are many approaching him on the sidewalk and street,
He simply walks over to the other side with his feet.
He was about to move into a neighborhood,
Until he found out that next to his house a Moslem stood.
So he went back south where everyone else understands,
The obvious ways in that nature commands.
He has a son and tells him the same,
And continues the path of the unknown shame.
And so on, and so on, and so on and so on.
Then war becomes the next obvious move,
For the enemy is not really American as he understood.
It is about right and wrong as he can see,
To others that result in death and misery.
But dinner was good that day,
And they said the same things in the old fashioned way.
American the beautiful oh cant you see,
We have removed the water from our constitutional tree.
Its seems all fine right now you see,
Until the tree wilts and dies in misery.
Equality and merit is not how you feel,
It only survived with the facts that are real.
DOUBT
Nothing to Mourn.
For a brand new deal.
Fat Boy Slim – Bird Of Prey
Surreal video clip w/overdubs by Jim Morrison (the Doors). Very mood altering music. Also includes the LBJ Presidential campaign footage Circa 1964. Enjoy ~ Dean Z 😉
BIRTH
Leaving mother’s womb, a new atmosphere I now appear,
Gasping for air, not yet in the clear.
Doctor raises his hand and slaps my cheek…
Oxygen enters my lungs and I fell less weak.
As I weep and yell, something will happen only once on this earth:
My parents smile and experience the crying, pain and joy of my birth.
Part of Mother we were for 9 months,
Our first independence: cutting the umbilical cord at once.
My first sight, and to Mother’s delight,
Smiles of Mom and Dad and their close friends in the light.
Bloody I was, just for a while,
The only time family sees me soaked with blood, with a great big smile.
5 fingers and toes, breathing OK,
Who do I look like? That’s what they say.
A star is born, parents now proud,
Total pleasure and history endowed.
Cry baby cry, this one and only time,
Mother and father…relieved to hear me whine.
Proud as a father, he feels like a king,
Wanting to show all, and happy to sing.
“For this is my creation from the seeds of love,
A miracle of sensation, not brought by a dove.”
The womb of my mother, carrying her kid for so long,
Relieved of the pain she now sings a song.
“My baby, My baby, My precious loved one,
We Made you with love, and now your my son.”
“I will feed you, shelter you and protect you from all,
You can do no wrong, I forgive you on call.”
One and one in love makes the family whole,
A child is born and the family unit is one soul..
The daily little things that bothered us so,
Do not compare to life’s new glow.
Transformation realized in a magical way,
Parent’s relationship re-energized, and here to stay.
Dynamics between them, now are brand new,
Mom and Dad have become, miracle makers too.
Creation of children like creative expression,
Is best formed inside and brought out with heaven.
YOUR INNER BEAUTY
by Dean Zelikovsky
Your inner beauty, like the warmth of the sun.
Fiery rays, glowing with fun.
Radiating light, of your goodness inside.
Gives you potential, to turn any tide.
You see my sweet; you surely know,
You have always had a castle,
your place to go.
Never alone, but not with some pain,
If you ever forget,
be cleansed by the rain.
Your silky skin, so soft to touch,
Frees my spirit, oh, so much.
Your flowing soft hair,
a pleasure to brush.
Touching slowly,
generating a rush.
Your eyes like energy,
solar planets on fire…
The pathway to your soul,
to truth’s desire.
Your lips, your smile,
worth all the while.
Slightly, our lips begin to touch.
Tingling energies flow so much.
Minds soar, as body chemistry flies…
It’s so intense, these are no lies.
The taste of your lips; glowing synergy,
Feeling the bonding; explosive energy.
Out of body, out of kind…
when together, blows my mind.
Slightly touching your silky neck,
Watching your goose bumps, respond erect.
Feeling you jolt, like a lightning bolt.
All the fears…disappear.
To watch you laugh, a bubbly warm bath.
Beautiful outside, match your sweetness inside.
Together, we can do anything,
until the hour when we die.
And say “I live and loved life,”
without having to lie.
You are my dove filled with love.
You are my tiger always on fire.
You are my friend, until the end.
You are an angel, from a place called heaven
Poetry soup for the Soul 