"Arbeit Macht Frei"

She was in a crowd

Of many others

Just like her,

Living a conscious

Nightmare...

Cadaverous eyes,

Smile beaten

From her face...

Her once milky skin

Now a dull gray...

Beautiful voice

Forcefully silenced

By monstrous robots,

Controlled by a madman!

“Arbeit Macht Frei”

The promise he made...

Work hard and obey

To be free again...

She did just that

So she could live!

Delicate girl

With so much to give...

She tried to stay strong

But grew weaker

By the day...

Starvation, mutilation

Extermination...

She just blew away.

© Leatherman 2011

The Museum

I went to the museum

Just the other day

Not one of beauty

In the usual way

But of ugliness

Atrocities against mankind

I saw images of skeleton people

With deep hollow eyes

Pale white flesh hanging

From mutilated lives

Walking death

Painful tortured cries

Hate was abundant in that evil place

Sickening example of a superior race

Babies ripped out of screaming mother’s arms

Bloodthirsty murderers

With impeccable charms

God’s chosen people wore David’s Star

On sleeves of tattered clothes

Their faith endured unspeakable horror

To this day many deny

The Holocaust ever happened

They say it’s a lie

Truth will overcome

Man’s twisted tongue

On the Day of Judgment

No one can run

"(C)" Leatherman 2011

Greed

Deafening silence breaks

As I watch the world’s

Unadulterated insanity...

I hear my voice cry out,

"Justice for humanity!"

Endless cruelty breeds in

Greedy ravenous souls...

Streams of oil

Pumping thru veins,

Where blood once did flow...

Riches, power and religion,

Promise of eternal bliss...

Men sell their empty souls

For a taste of the

Temptress with the poisonous kiss...

Earth drinks warm liquid of life

Spilled on its thirsting soil,

While evil taunts morality

Boasting another battle won,

With minimal amounts of toil...

Angels hover with wounded wings

Above the fallen human beings,

Shedding tears for fools akin...

Futility the revelation,

No one ever really wins.

© Leatherman 2011

Alone

In a crowded room I’m alone

Born to broken spirits

Infinite yearning

Never leaves my soul

An outcast

Restless, wanderer, gypsy

Stranger to the known

Longing for the unseen

Sparks of joy linger

Barely within my reach

Then flash by like

Spurts of electricity

Fill me dear Lord

In my time of grief

What lesson is this

Alone in my dark abyss

© Leatherman 2011

Plastic Hearts

Plastic hearts that are not real

Beat in chests that cannot feel

Plastic smile on a painted face

Plastic arms that can’t embrace

Plastic bodies standing tall

Cast hollow shadows on the wall

In a platinum palace on Easy Street

Resides the perfect plastic family

Narcistic eyes that cannot see

Or cry a tear for those who grieve

No time for someone else’s needs

They interrupt the plastic dreams

What happens when a world of fame

Slowly trickles down the drain

No more fans, what a shame

No one even remembers your name

© Leatherman 2011

Red White and Blue

Red White and Blue,

The things you’ve been thru...

From jungles, mountains

And salty red island shores

To haunted battlefields of home

Your majesty soars!

Burned, trampled, and spat upon

By traitors and foes...

Instilling fear to the core

Of your enemy’s souls,

You remain steadfast!

Waving high above young soldiers

From early dawn to late night,

Giving them courage

At your very sight...

You are strength!

When your mighty warriors

Take a fatal fall,

You gently drape them in honor

Escorting heroes home...

You are comfort!

Red White and Blue,

“Old Glory”, some say,

United we stand, under you

Until our dying day...

We are American Patriots true!

(C) Learherman 2011

The Glass

“The glass is half empty.” said the old grimacing man.

The child looked at the crystal pink glass and chirped,

“No sir, the glass is half full!” smiling contently.

The man huffed, jerked his head to the left,

Lowering his chin and staring intently, first at the glass,

Then at the child, he said in a firm voice,

“What do kids know anyway? The glass is half empty!

The child answered, “Well sir, I know that when I put the

Glass on the table, it was empty; and then I filled it

Half way with water, so it’s half full!”

Looking baffled, the man pondered for a moment;

A smile slowly broke the concrete like

Grimace on his face, his eyes sparkled in awe of the child;

He patted the child gently on the top of his head,

And said, “The glass is half full!”

The Demon

Evil presence lingers

Unseen in the dark

Shadows whisk by

 Is it a dream

Fear envelopes

The core of my soul

Hissing whispers

Pierce the silence

Body paralyzed

Heart pounding

In my throat

Eyes tightly closed

Conversant, “I know you.”

Touch of cold creeping flesh.

“Come, I’m your friend.”

Conveyance of pure black dread.

Away from me,

We’ve battled before!

I need speak aloud

One name to conquer you…

“Yeshua”

I open my eyes

© 2011 Leatherman

Throw Away Child

Throw away child

Walking the streets

Lonely path of chaos

In your world of grief

Mattress of concrete

No pillow for your head

Filthy back alleys

Your treacherous bed

Strangers pass by you

Living busy lives

No thought of the child

With invisible eyes

How did you get here

You had no choice

Young shattered spirit

Inaudible screaming voice

No gentle caress

For a bruised aching soul

You’re nothing but trash

Or so you’ve been told

But someone IS with you

Never leaving your side

He saved your life

The day that He died

He suffered injustice

At the hands of hate

Trusting Our Father

Embracing His fate

Reach beyond mortal flesh

To the heavens above

He is waiting for you

To accept His eternal love

© 2011 Leatherman

Intimidation

Palms sweating

Heart pounding

I can hear you heart

Shhh, not so loud

They will hear you too

Quick spurts of bated breath

Just the lesser side of panting

Chest expanding and compressing

Slow down lungs

They might sense your angst

Eyes flash in my direction

I’m certain they see my soul

My eyes slowly meet theirs

Can they see my fear?

I must hide it deeper inside

Think brain think!

Words jumble and race

Through you faster than

The speed of sound or light

Don’t fail to ignite

Ok mouth, brain in gear

Slows down to engage with you

Choose wisely the words

That will flow over your tongue

Like hot molten lava

Which they won’t forget

Shall it be clever?

Shall your words be humorous?

“Oh how intelligent she is” they’ll say!

You walk across the room

Smile… look into their inquisitive eyes

And say….”Hello”!

"(C)" 2011 Leatherman

He Came Home to Her Today: Lyrics Form

 V1 & Chorus

He came home to her today

Seems so long ago he went away

Left her side to fight a war

He believed in what the fight was for

V2

He fought the fight for freedom’s sake

Knowing the danger and the risk he’d take

Young brothers fighting by his side

Mourning their fall whenever one would die

V3

He dreams of home most everyday

His life with her back in the USA

Thinking of happy times to come

His reality is talking machine guns

V4

She got the news just yesterday

Her true love was coming home to stay

She watched the plane land from above

It brought the flag draped box that held her love

Chorus

He came home to her today

Seems so long ago he went away

Left her side to fight a war

He believed in what the fight was for

 (Pause)

He came home to her today

Lyrics by

Brenda Lee Leatherman

"(C) 2011 Leatherman

He Came Home to Her Today

 

He came home to her today

Seems so long ago he went away

Left her side to fight a war

He believed in what the fight was for

He fought the fight for freedom’s sake

Knowing the danger and the risk he’d take

Young brothers fighting by his side

Mourning their fall whenever one would die

He dreams of home most everyday

His life with her back in the USA

Thinking of happy times to come

His reality is talking machine guns

She got the news just yesterday

Her true love was coming home to stay

She watched the plane land from above

It brought the flag draped box that held her love

  

(C) 2011 Leatherman

Water

Water oh glorious water

Without you men die

Your power is from God

One gift, which cannot be denied

You are a gentle mist

Falling gracefully from heaven

You are a fierce flood

Rushing over the earth

Destroying everything

Standing in your path

You quench a parched soul

You drown a weakened body

You cleanse ever so gently

Your strength moves mountains

You are the tears of joy and sorrow

Many have met their doom

With visions of you

Never within their grasp

Sailed your powerful fingertips

Tossing mighty vessels of steel

Like feathers in the wind

You give life to the lush fields of green

Tormented souls in Hell beg for

One cool drop of you

To no avail

Truly you are a gift from God

"(C)" 2011 Leatherman

The Stranger

 You look in the mirror

You don’t recognize

The stranger staring back

With passionless eyes

The path that you followed

Took some hard turns

Not knowing which direction

You wouldn’t get hurt

The smile on your face

Is a meager disguise

Hides the chains on your soul

Your world of dark lies

Love comes and goes
time passes by

A box of broken hearts

You hold as your prize

Never satisfied

With what you’ve become

No one ever noticed

That you were just numb

So wake yourself up

From the nightmare you live

Your heart can start healing

When you receive what you give

Look back in the mirror

What will you see?

A being of God’s love

Your spirit soars……

Finally free

"(C)" 2011 Leatherman

Meet Your Fate

You threaten us with terror,

You threaten us with death,

You claim it’s in the name of God,

Your brothers do protest...

Blow yourselves up,
Dress in women’s attire,

Soon you will dance in Hell’s burning fire...

Hide in your hills,
Hide in your holes,

Hide behind children and the very old...

Crawl and slither like a snake in the grass,

Nothing is going to save your ass!

The promise of virgins is all a big lie...

No welcoming smiles await when you die...

So go ahead and spread your hate,

He’ll gladly help you meet your fate...

Your days are quickly nearing the end,

A mighty warrior we will send...

He’s young and brave,
Has a heart of stone

To whomever threatens one of his own...

He’s cunning with stealth,
Lean and mean...

Meet your worst nightmare,

 He's a U.S. Marine!

"(C)" 2011 Leatherman