For Them

Innocent child

Where have you gone?

Unexpectedly bound

For the arms of angels!

Without the sweet caress

Of your mother...

No strong hug

From your father...

Without giggles and tickles

From brothers and sisters...

No smiling farewell to

Nana and Poppa!

Not for you dearest little one...

For them!

(C) Leatherman 2012

Fallen Petals

Fresh delicate blossoms

Growing in family orchards

Loved and nourished

With tender care

A world of hope

Bright young innocence

Eager to learn and share

Youthful soul lost in

Evil’s dark shadow

Black heart’s desire

To destroy

All that grows

Plucking little buds

One by one

Fallen petals

Shall remain

Forever young

(C) Leatherman 2012

Watching America Die

It hurts to see my country so divided

I can’t express my sorrow

In so many words

But I shall give it a try

It’s like the loss of people you love most

Your best friend ran off with
Your lover and

You've lost them both

It’s like being second place in a tournament

When you know you’re number one
Playing Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun

It’s like your mom and dad

Splitting up and
You can't understand why

Blaming yourself
All you can do is cry

It’s like finding out you’re adopted

After 30 years

Screaming at the top of your voice

And no one hears

It’s like someone you trust

Delivering a backstabing thrust
The ones closest to you
Stomp your heart to dust

It’s like trying to save a sinking soul and
Helplessly watching them drown
Walking empty streets where
No friends can be found

It's like watching the moon fall from the sky
Seeing your purple mountain’s majesty
Destroyed from within

Hanging her head and watching her die!

(C) Leatherman 2012

What Does a Temper Look Like?

I saw my tiny body lying

On the blood soaked bed....
Mommy screamed and cried for me,
"Wake up", then....
I saw her kiss my hurt little head....

"I didn't mean to do it!"

She sobbed and said to God....

"Please don't take my child from me,

I promise, I can make it stop!"

I didn't mind mommy fast enough...
Picking up my toys,
I made her lose her temper again, plus,
She said I make too much noise....

I said I'll help you find it mommy,
What does a temper look like?
It was too late to help her though,
Mommy went insanely wild!

I was only three years old
When my mommy made me die...
Jesus took me in His arms
And carried my soul away....
The only thing that makes me sad,
Although I never cry....
I didn't get a chance that day
To kiss my beautiful
Mommy goodbye!

(C) Leatherman 2012

Eggshell Boards

Quiet girl born in a very loud world

Tip toed gently on eggshell boards

While others stomped across titanium floors...

Never spoke out of turn,

She was barely ever heard...

Disappearing inside her head

Where she lived a perfect fantasy...

“Do as you’re told, not as we do,

Don’t forget little one...

Obey us, or the devil

Will come after you”!

Quickly she learns,

Intuitively knows

The ones who brought her here

Were deeply wounded souls!

Passing their toxic psyche

Through angry damaged blood,

Forcing their madness

Instead of giving absolute love....

Little girl is a woman now,

Standing up and still falling down,

One thing she knows for sure,

She’ll never again have to walk

Across eggshell boards!

(C) Leatherman 2012

Bump in the Road

They were “Bumps in the road”

Our American President said,

Referring to four Americans

Whose duty led

To their tragic death’s...

Four souls sacrificed for what?

Democracy, vengeance or a

Movie plot?

Leaving their grieving families behind,

Shattered lives questioning why,

While our government scrambles

To create ambiguous alibis!

It was a spoof of Mohammad the prophet

Which FORCED peaceful men to kill...

Please accept our humble U.S. apology

If you will!

America’s at fault of course,

Islam loves us and holds no remorse...

That’s what our government wants you to believe,

Lead your lives in a lackadaisical dream,

Until you succumb to World dominance

By default... not by intentional connivance...

When in reality it was to even a score

For the death of AbuYahra al Libi

By U.S, drone attack in their holy war...

Al Qaeda’s second in command,

A Libyan national, Islamic revered man,

Cheif Ayman a Zawahiri confirmed,

It was a planned attack to

Watch our embassy burn...

Very well designed and set in two waves,

Meant to exact death to America....

Show despise of our western ways...

In his words once again,

Mr. Obama gives subtle hints...

“The one organizing principle is Islam”, says he...

If this continues we’ll lose the land of the free!

Ask yourself this, my American friend...

Is this how you want to see our great country end?

Must we comply to government lies?

I fear if we remain silent and comatose...

We'll all become just another

"Bump in the road"

(c) Leatherman 2012

 http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/middle-east-live/2012/sep/12/libya-egypt-attacks-muhammad-film-live

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Dear Muslim Brotherhood (A satirical letter)

Muslim Brotherhood

Middle Eastern Countries

Dear Muslim Brotherhood,

I understand that you hate Americans and want to kill each one of us 1000 times, which is impossible in the first place, so I want to give you a few pointers on how to make us mad and possibly entice some of us to come after you and you’ll get your chance to kill us, but only one chance!

First of all, while you’re gathered in your caves sitting around your rock tables, sipping a nice hot cup of camel dung and date tea, plotting your next Anti American insult or attack, (mostly insults) because you have no transportation to travel to attack us!

Not for lack of desire, but because camels can’t swim that far and I’m not aware of an air force that you may have, or a fleet of ships that you’ve cleverly concealed from us!

Your decision to remain archaic has hindered your chances to any understanding of modern warfare, so sadly your choice of rock throwing or little RPG’s and AK-47’s haven’t a chance over our drones or our heat-seeking armor piercing weapons.

I have compiled several offensive and rather overused Middle Eastern tactics, which could use refreshing to perhaps become more effective in your future ranting!

Name Calling-

1-“Infidel” has been so overused that it’s lost it’s meaning and is mockingly worn on American tee shirts as a joke on you! Sort of an “In your face, you insane Jihad monkey”!

May I suggest switching back to “Capitalist Pigs”? This might tweak some American interest in your ranting!

2- “Death to America”: Again, this is getting rather lackluster, don’t you agree? It’s akin to scratching fingernails across a chalkboard at this point! You really need a new line, say for instance, “American’s eat pigs and we don’t like them because we don’t eat pigs, although we hear they are very tasty”!

Do you see how that gives you a reason to hate us? Because we can eat pigs and you can't!

The old green eyed monster has been the cause of many wars and cat fights!

3- “Mohammad is the Prophet and the Americans don’t believe us”! Well my dear terrorist, it saddens me to inform you that Mohammad was a descendant of Ismael, the bastard son of Abraham. He was also a murdering shameless pedophile. Read a history book, it’s as simple as that to clear this whole thing up! Then we can be friends!

4- Let’s talk about American Flag Burning: First of all, the American Flags that you’re burning are made in China, so maybe you’re offending the Chinese by destroying their fine products, but you certainly aren’t offending us, sorry, you’re just not!

However, I have a remedy to that problem that will help all parties involved!

Buy your American flags from an American Flag making company, that way, you will be the proud Jihaddi on your block who can say, “Look at me, I’m burning an authentic American flag, while shouting, “American’s eat pigs and we don’t like them because we don’t eat pigs, although we hear they’re very tasty”!

Plus, by buying American flags to burn, you’re generously supporting our capitalist economy, which we greatly appreciate! Your business is welcome!

Thanks and have a super day!

Signed,

An average pig eating American

Oh Say Can't You See

Note: "Sing the lyrics below to the tune of "The Star Spangled Banner". It is not my intention to disrespect our national anthem, but to express the urgency to make President Obama a one term president. BLP"

Oh say can’t you see by Obama’s bold lies

That so badly he failed under his Marxist dreaming

Whose awed style and bright charm what a clever disguise

O'er his socialist cause, leaves true patriots screaming

And our pockets are bare, from the bums on welfare

Gives proof of our plight that our flag’s in despair

Oh let’s send that czar angled traitor on his way

Before the land of the free is government enslaved

(C) Leatherman 2012

If Only

If only we had no eyes to see

We would be blind to inhumanity

If only we had no ears to listen

We would never hear cries of suffering

If only we had no language to speak

Against one another, we’d simply, just be

If only we had no sense of touch

Pain wouldn’t hurt us so very much

If only our skin were one color

You’d believe me when I call you my brother

If only there were no religious frauds

We would live in peace, under the one true God!

If only!

(C) Leatherman 2012

"It's ONLY a Flag"

You don’t want to be perceived as “taking sides”?...

Mr. President, do you realize how many brave Americans have died, protecting our citizen’s Inalienable rights?

Fighting and falling side by side, under their
Glorious stars and stripes!

Through bloody battles for America’s sovereignty,

Our flag continues to represent the
United States steadfast ideology...

You see our flag as a
“Symbol of oppression to the World",

While genuine patriots get choked up
When it’s beauty is unfurled...

“To offer our enemies hope and love”,
You want to change the design!

Pardon me Mr. Obama, but are you
Out of your Mind?

The American flag has earned more respect
Sir, than you, not because of it’s colors,
Red white and blue!

Because it’s a reminder every single day
Of the sacrifice Patriots have made,
It’s a comfort in the arms of the grieving, Consolation to families, when they lay their Beloved heroes in their grave...

It’s the symbol of right, home, family and honor,

The beacon of strength for America’s
Sons and daughters, as they perform duties in distant Hostile foreign lands, it’s reassurance in their hearts, It's valor at their hands.

A president briefly occupies the highest governing Office on American soil,

Where hard working people live and diligently Perform daily toil...

A position of one commanding paramount respect...

The elected voice of our nation is expected to reverently reflect

Core values of  “We the people” and our hallowed republic...

To hold in high esteem American emblems and History of victorious pride!
Not to bow down to enemies and meekly appoligize!

With arrogance you attend protests and boldly Confirm, you have no remorse watching our flag Engulfed in flames of hate and just let it burn...

Egotistically you boast of disrespect for our flag by Your spouse...

Yet you both enjoy the perks of power in the Peoples’ White House!

Constitutionalists and patriots observe you in Disbelief and  gut wrenching shame,

As you and your administration appease the insane,

Frantically demeaning America’s majestic name!

Your days in charge shall soon come to a close...

We shall rejoice upon your departure,
We won’t be morose!

You see, Mr. President, to you “It’s ONLY a flag”...

But to US it’s a sign of pride, nobility and freedom,

And you sir,
Are ONLY a man!

Mr. President; soberly I speak for my fellow American flag wavers,

We refuse to accept your example of  political Correctness and your disgraceful behavior!

We shall continue to recite OUR pledge, as WE Respectfully stand...

Placing our AMERICAN hands over our AMERICAN hearts...

Not even a president, or the world’s unsolicited Opinion can tear US apart!

You sir, convey a desire to change America’s national anthem as well!
Mr. President, by the authority of The 1^st Amendment of the U.S. Constitution,

Barack Hussein Obama, you and your anti American Sentiment

Can go straight to Hell!

(C) Leatherman 2012

One Voice One Choice

One voice

In the midst of madness

Speaks aloud!

One voice

In times of trouble

Shouts “There is but one choice”

Not the choice of parties

Not the choice of money

Not the choice of fraud

There is but one choice....

The choice of our Almighty

God

So believe what you will

Don’t worry yourself,

In time... truth shall reveal,

You cannot hide,

Your deeds shall not be

Rectified

He gave you free will

To make your ultimate choice

The decision between

Eternal life

Or Eternal Hell

(C) Leatherman 2012

Sacrificial Sheep

Social unrest,

Hard working citizens

Distressed

In America’s mean streets,

While self proclaimed king

Leads his faithful

Sacrificial sheep

Marines wrongfully arrested

Practicing gratis speech,

Though New Black Panthers

Threaten death to whitey

 Amazingly remain free

Hate crimes rise as

Blood boils to new highs,

Race baiter’s wicked lies

Leading to strengthen

Prejudiced narrow minds

Bias liberal media contorts

Corrupt official reports

Creating diversions for the public

“They won’t notice if we

Change the subject”

“He said this and

They said that”

Soon they’ll forget

Who said what!

Trying to cleverly confuse

With their "politically correct" ruse

Don’t be fooled by

Fast talk and alibis

That will surely guide

Our beloved country’s senseless

Demise

(C) Leatherman 2012

A New Day

Sunburst… shades of pink and crimson

Peeking over the distant horizon,

Birds chirp their morning prayer

To Our Lord…

Glory to the Creator

Fields of golden grain

Glisten with crystal dew hats

Swaying in a cool summer breeze

Stretching their stalks toward

The warm glowing light

Drowsy purple morning glories

Extend their delicate petals

After a long nights slumber,

Greeting the day

With a fresh spray of scent

Rejoice!

God has chosen to give us

A new day!

© Leatherman 2012

Gypsy Heart

Gypsy heart be still,

Fear no more… fleeting devotion,

Words of sacred oath promised

With eager love… glistening anew,

Forgotten through mundane years

By selfish fool... sadly untrue

Your journey long and arduous,

Bearing countless hidden wounds,

Searching for kindred spirit

Of bright inspiring sincerity,

In a land of shadowed masquerades

Alas… infatuation’s fading doom

Oh joy! Gypsy heart gleefully sings!

Our Lord has heard and answered

Your prayers and your dreams,

Finally to have a forever home

In the heart of an honest man

Entwined with your gypsy soul

© Leatherman 2012

The Hour of Reckoning

 

Love is the lifeblood of humanity

Hate is the cancer of mankind 

Evil deeds done in darkness

Will always come to light

It matters not the length of time,

The hour of reckoning

For offender it shall find

There is no place to hide

Silent crime is still a crime

Wretched souls hunger for

Worldly pleasures,

Undaunted by consequences

Lust, murder, power, greed

Stimulate the sinful senses

Though iniquity does not bleed

Oh, but when the second strikes

To meet the Maker,

What reason will suffice

To justify your reckless life

Can you show Him your face,

Or has Lucifer reserved you a place?

(C) Leatherman 2012

Your'e Fired

Winds of discontent

Are blowing across our land

“We the people” are fed up

We’re taking a necessary stand

We’ve wearily watched you trash

Our United States Constitution

Did you honestly believe

There’d be no retribution

You force your unjust mandates

Against our partisan beliefs

Time for Americans to

Put you ALL out on the street

We gave you the job to

Uphold our revered laws

Your deliberate abuse of power

Was your fatal flaw

Contrary to liberal opinion

It’s not the color of your skin

It’s about your servile minions and

Your Anti American decisions

If it were up to loyal Patriots

Of the red white and blue

You’d be tried for treason and

This nightmare would be through

Come November let her people unite

Reclaim America in the fight of our lives

Joyfully we’ll shout Donald’s famous line

Pack your bags Mr. Obama “You’re fired”

© Leatherman 2012

The Black Room

That eerie feeling, you’re not alone

Petrified to move, you lie perfectly still

Feeling the weight and presence

Of something beside you

But no one else is home

You breathe very shallowly

So that you can listen in

Complete silence

Darkness heavily lingers

You strain to see the contents of

The black room

Slowly you turn your entire body

Toward this unnatural thing

Your soul is warning you

It’s pure evil

Its silhouette is strangely

Darker than the room

It’s just sitting there next to you

Not moving

Just breathing

As you gently turn toward it to see

What you’re up against

It senses your movement

Simultaneously you and

This evil presence turn your heads

Your eyes meet

You look into its flaming red eyes

Its hideous face is contorted

Not of human form

Its razor sharp yellow teeth show

As it snarls at you

It grabs you

Your alarm clock goes off

Your body jerks awake

Thank God it was just a nightmare

Or was it

© Leatherman 2012

Within My Sleeping Hours

Satan had a hold of me

Within my sleeping hours,

He crept inside my peaceful dreams

Clenching my soul with gripping power.

Although I struggled fiercely

I could not loose myself and flee,

I called upon Jesus name

“Dear Lord please rescue me”

The angel of darkness held me tight

He took away my breath,
I was paralyzed with crippling terror
I had no strength to fight!

I felt his malice and his rage

As I began to pray,

“Our Father who art in….”

That’s all I had to say!

His grip was torn
with lightning speed
His face winced in pain,
He cowered in the Holy Light 

And swiftly flew away.

© Leatherman 2012

My Prayer

I am but one grain of sand

In my Lord’s mighty hands

A note in His symphony

A bud on His tree

I am one drop of water

In His deep blue sea

One fall leaf

Blowing on His breeze

For understanding

I look not to my self

Or mankind’s spell

I study my spirit

In whence it dwells

I feel you tug at my soul

Oh Lord

I hear you whisper in

My ear

The more I know of you

My Father

The closer I want you near

© Leatherman 2012