Poems

Songs can also be treated..

 

If you try to close your eyes,
love turns into a drop of tear
and remains in your heart forever.......

 

and as time goes by
and the teardrops dry
something something something

 

...and as time goes by,
Ouch I have something in my eye!!
I think i'm going to die!!!!
So I'll sit here and cry....
Ermmm This is a lie,
my eyes are bone dry!
But I gave it a try!
So long, farewell, goodbye.......

-Mella, 2006

 

One written by a friend in regards to what happened to her because of the adoption and safe families act


A Paradox of Colors



“The Lethal Weapon”



A Paradox of Colors, mirrored images of children saturated into old paint brushes, used for malice, greed and gold.

The Classic image of the Stolen Child, painted on a Jade Colored Canvas, used as a special needs item to be sold.

An obsession of life, of malice, a stolen Child, used in the system

As the Lethal Weapon, to Scatter Families within.

To confuse the publics mind, using the bias media, while innocent parents believe that it could never happen to them.

For destruction of future generations to come.

Using Slander, covering the Truth, while grieving parents are jumping through circus hoops.

Paint by numbers kit, used by the system, calculating how many Children will keep them financially fit.

Applying for federal funds, using high reasoning, appearing legit, adding special needs to their painted kit.







“So help them God”



Splashing traces of sand, left on the floors, slowly, dragging their ugly feet exposing a trail, prepared for the magistrates, setting their sites on a family of four.

As the children are used for trafficking, ignoring their pain, while fixing their bow ties and receiving financial gains.

A Heavy Vision evokes within our minds, of the day the

Court Puppets will sing a song, and the Wizards will drop blind, as the Magistrates will

Raise their faulty right hands, swearing to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help them God.

The truth has been kept safely under the wings of a Dove, while crystals of legacy and colors of Jade stain the old scorned walls.

Birthdays, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Easter, and Christmas, year after year, staring at our Childs image, painted on the Canvas.

Come spring mourning, after all of the celebrations passed us by, not one of them knew that it was I, who stood in front of them, asking for the files, with all of those lies.





“Selecting their victims”



A Battle Ship of Parents, loading onto the Court Docket, as Social Services

Demands they remove all Game Units from their threaded pockets.

They prepare for Battle Ship, game number 22,851,998.

The teaching fellows place the children onto the patrol Boats.

Instructing them not to wine, handing them a

Hook, line and sinker, and a special tag that says, number 9.

The Battle ship drifts out of range, as the clash of creeds give the Destroyer and Carrier a Cue to place the children into the Submarine giving specific instructions to shoot The Battle Ship down. Drifting slowly into the Judges View, the slandered parents fall victim to a violation of their Civil Rights, while the Lords of the Clash, the curtain raisers, play their instrumental role, out of sight.

Social Services begins the process of Confusion, Look up children, your parents are abandoning you, watch them all go by.

The Children all begin to cry, Mommy, Daddy, look at me! The Battle Ship drops tears, into the Ocean, onto the Submarine.

The process of Judicial Kidnapping begins; elimination of the parents will make the Judges a big win.

The Ring of silence will reap bonuses, rewards and financial grins.





“Organized in-house terrorist group”



The Time Law is set into place to divide, bringing division to the American families with a surprise, using the Bond to claim they have severed the ties, realizing that all they do is silently lie. Creating the emotional trauma they call the Court Counselor of all, the Magistrates for the up coming Adoption Ball, and the Guardian Ad Wizard to choose, “Whats in the best interest for them all.”

Stripping the grieving parents of their constitutional rights, giving them reason to live, to see the day the Court Counselors fall, begging us to accept their financial filth and pathetic pleas so they can win.

The Organized In-House Terrorist Group is set into place, using high reasoning to apply for Federal Funding, while sitting at their dinner tables, folding their hands, and Saying Grace.

Scatter begins, as they begin to separate the siblings one by one.

The Puppets are now used to teach and amuse.

Visions of serenity are cloaked into the sand, glistening sparkles fall from our hands, footprints are found, exposing a trail of slander and greed, giving us evidence to shut their child trafficking ring down with a pleasant Ease.



“The misfortunate ones”

They all watched us, grieving in tears, as they received letters of pleas for help, as they shredded them and laughed, saying,

These are their golden years.

They laughed among themselves saying,

What? Do they think they have seen everybody but God here? Ha!

The Bible says, for those of you who are persecuted, are the chosen ones.

So we said, we are the blessed ones,

While Social Services are the misfortunate ones.

Social Services places blinders on all of those around them,

While they collect federal funds, slandering the most innocent for fun,

They are protected by immunity, winks and grins,

While they prosper in greed, saying it was the parents who are in sin.

The truth is as pretty as a narcissus, as silver as the feathers are, that are protected under the wings of the flying white dove who has always known how the Lord of the child trafficking Ring has selected victims and won.

They have stolen our children, giving us a painted image, painted by numbers on an old Canvas that sat in the den.

As we overturn each stone, they will shred another false report, stating all that is gone, is simply unknown.







“The Truth will prevail in The End, bringing justice to all within”



Voices will fly strongly into the colored scheme, mirroring the images of those who will soon win.

Let it be written into history, where castles crown the mountains, as the truth rises in the land, while the truth prevails in the end, as we expose Social Services and all that operate within.

We pray in Jesus name, for Social Services to surrender all, to admit to their fancy guilt, to return our children, and to remove themselves from the Law of Gods Promise Land.



But, Mommy, you said we would get to plant flowers in our garden.


Look Mommy! I drew a picture for you, but that Lady with the Easter bunny told me that I can’t give it to you.

Copyright law.

SRD





“The Easter Bunny Adoption Fair”



The Easter Bunny told me she was taking me to the Adoption Fair where there will be Funny Clowns with sheep cloths on, clowning around, and Puppets who will sing a song and dance to everyone in shady town.

She said that Jokers will be sitting down, behind a Curtain, inside the Chambers, with a Wizard doing magical tricks, spinning in circles, on a Child trafficking Merry Go Round. She said that they will be celebrating Halloween night wearing funny masks and long Black Robes, and will be taking me on a Roller Coaster flight. She said that I will have to pretend to be a princess, so I can get a Real name for my life. She said to be nice to the Jokers, because if I am, then I will get a Golden Seal for my new names. She told me that I will get an adoption paper; just like the one my Cabbage Patch Doll wears on her Trafficking Ring.

My brother and sister, they don‘t get to have one, because they already live with my Mommy two, and get to keep their chosen names, because theirs are more realer than mine.

But Mommy, Why can’t my brother and sister go with me to the Adoption Fair? They can have one two!

I don’t want to go alone!

But, I don’t want to go alone, I don’t want to,

I don’t want to go with the Easter Bunny

Why, Mommy, Why?

 

yesterday
way back then
way back when
the time was right

everything seemed perfect then
life was just so right

looking at the days ahead
hanging down my head I'm sad
how can I make up for time
and let tomorrow be just right

These are thoughts we wonder bout
we have questions holding doubt
what I've learned however since
life is short and once again:

Let's get real for just a sec
you are tripping if you think
snap right out and catch the flow
move your ass and go to see

yesterday and yesteryear
sucked as bad, be glad you're here
learn from you mistakes and move
up your ass and get a clue

No excuses no escapes
your tomorrow's what you make it
stop the whining quit the fit
or I'll smack you right upside the head.


or

or I'll kick you where you sit.


Anyhow, I'm actually working on a song right now (Not this "poem" that I just kinda wrote out of boredom or something ...)

 

OK, I'll make one in 10 seconds:

"When I first saw you
My heart started to jump
I always look at you
When you are around"

I hope you like it!

 

When I first saw you...
I jumped up with utter glee,
Is that a gun in your pocket?
Or are u just happy to see me...

 

with the voice of reason
up in the air
I echoed to thee
It's loaded and already there ...

 

I'm happy to see you again, Mella