Invisible Chains

Crumbs from hands that bind you,

Deceit from THE MAN who blinds you…

Living in modern day slave quarters,

Drowning in despair’s murky waters…

Numbing the pain, you turn to drugs,

Angry and sick, surrounded by thugs…

Owned by the very ones who tell you

You’re free…

Stating, “All you have to do is

Keep voting for me!”

Government walls too steep to climb,

You settle for scraps they throw,

To sustain life…

Liars and thieves at the head of the pack,

Unapologetically stab you in the back…

This vicious cycle will never stop,

Till you break your invisible chains

And scream, “I’VE HAD ENOUGH!”

©Leatherman 2014

Never Alone

I will stand alone

Against the world

Waiting for You…

I will walk alone,

Knowing

You guide

My footsteps…

I will cry alone,

Knowing

You count

My tears…

I will die alone,

Knowing

You promise

Eternal life…

My Lord,

Your love

Sustains my soul,

Knowing

I am never alone.

©Leatherman 2014

Delicate Daughters

Oh despair

Unborn girl

Not wanted

In a

Chinese

World…

One child regulation,

A death sentence

For babies of the

Feminine

Persuasion…

Gender selection

Encourages birthing boys,

As every parents’

Exclusive

Choice…

The blood of China’s

Delicate daughters

Stain the hands of a

Government’s

Mandatory

Slaughter.

© Leatherman 2014

http://www.wunrn.com/news/2012/10_12/10_08/100812_china.htm

Two Little Boys

Two little boys running hand in hand,

Playing in the streets of the Holy Land…

They laugh and giggle,

Tumble and roll,

No different in one another’s eyes,

Until adults tell them so…

Both cry when forced to separate,

No longer allowed to play,

Little boys don’t understand adults

Or their silly rules of hate…

Growing into young men,

Taught they are not the same…

Something about a piece of land

They must be willing to die for,

In God’s Name…

Their hearts spark fond memories

Of carefree days,

When kindred spirits meet in a battle

Standing face to face...

Sounds of war surround them

As they run together for cover,

Each embraces the grown man

They once called “Brother”…

Bursts of bullets find them

As they shake each other’s hand…

Their blood slowly flows together,

As two brothers die together

in the thirsty desert sand.

© Leatherman 2014

Unwitting Slave

Been told you're a victim 

From the beginning of your existence, 

Tellin you It's the pigment of your skin, 

There's no way you can ever win...

Why even try?

It's easier to blame fatalism on white...

Never been in chains yourself, 

Cept the ones created by government welfare...

Controlling  the masses is their goal, 

Played for fools,

You swallow their lies whole...

Just enough to get by,

You're an unwitting slave 

Until the day you die.

(C) Leatherman 2014

The Black Pearl

She walked onto the pier

Holding her mother’s hand…

Splashing water danced

Against the moss covered beams,

On the Sea of Japan…

Gazing with amazement at

The native lady’s Asian face,

She watched with fascination

At the beauty that surrounded her

In this oriental mystical place…

A basketful of oysters sat at

The old woman’s feet,

She sold them by the seashore

To help support her family…

“Hitotoso o erabu” pick one,

She said to the quiet child,

The girl understood somehow,

Giving the Japanese lady a very shy smile…

She chose the oyster carefully

With wonder in her big brown eyes…

When the old woman opened it

An exquisite black pearl was nestled inside…

As ancient folklore goes

The Black Pearl was made of tears

Of mythological mermaids and Heaven’s angels,

Believed throughout bygone years…

The old woman exclaimed,

It took a special person

To find the rare Black Pearl…

That day was marvelously magical

For that three year old

Golden hair girl.

©Leatherman 2014

This is a true experience from my childhood.

I can still picture that old Japanese woman’s face and

I remember how excited she got when she saw the pearl I chose.

Shattered Heart

Loving you with my soul

My body surrenders

Unyielding passion

Pheromones enticing senses

Savoring the smell of love

The taste of love

Completely ensconced

In your arms

Secure

Until you drop me

Shattering my heart

Into a thousand tiny shards

Though time has dulled

The pain

I’m still searching

For the missing pieces.

©Leatherman 2014

Holy War

Thirsty sand of paradise past

Drinks the innocent blood of victims

Of a Holy war…

“Holy war”

How can war be holy?

The purity of peace

Being ravaged by evil men…

Murdering in the name of Islam!

The very name translates to

“Submission”…

Men, women and children,

Slaughtered for a belief,

A religion…

Egomaniacal barbarians demand,

“Convert or DIE!”

Meanwhile, back in the sands of

An American golf course,

The leader of the free world

Chips...showing no remorse!

©Leatherman 2014

http://pushbacknow.net/2014/08/08/isis-moslems-behead-christian-children-rape-and-kill-their-mothers-and-hang-their-fathers-extremely-graphic-shoebat-iraqchristians-tribulation/

Delicate Petals; Haiku (Japanese Style Poetry)

Delicate petals,

Tossed onto the hardwood floor...

And two become one.

©Leatherman 2014

To Garett and Amy

7/26/2014

The Chameleon

Her heart,

Like fine crystal

Shatters easily…

Pain she hides

With a smile…

A mask to show

The world…

In the solitude

Of her mind

She suffers,

Deeply…

Fearful of losing

All she loves,

Again…

She changes herself

Like the chameleon…

To be accepted,

To be loved…

Who is she?

Not even she

Knows anymore.

©Leatherman2014

My Little Boy

I heard my little boy take his first breath,

I watched him master his wobbly first steps…

I held his hand while crossing the street,

I dried his tears when he scraped his knees…

I checked his closet for goblins and ghouls,

I taught him his prayers and the Golden Rule…

I cheered him on through sports and trials,

Win or lose, supporting him all the while…

I closed my eyes for a only second or two,

Now suddenly, my little boy’s feet

Fill a grown man’s shoes!

©Leatherman2014

For my sons,

Garett and Ryan.

Love Mom

Fat Cats in D.C.

With a poker face

Lerner states,

“My emails were lost

When my computer crashed!

I swear I’m not lying

 To cover mine or Obama’s ass!”

Fat cats in D.C.

Living to scheme,

Bringing America

Down to her knees!

American borders overflow,

Ready to burst at the seams….

Obama gloats and hands out

The American dream for free!

It’s NOT free!

It’s paid for by you and me!

Everyone loves rich Uncle Sam!

You have laws you say?

We don’t give a damn!

Funny how Mr. Prez

Learns national events via

The evening news!

Sheepishly he claims,

“I didn’t have a clue!”

Did you know about Benghazi BO?

BO: “Wasn’t that about a video?”

What about Fast & Furious sir?

BO: I have confidence in Mr. Holder!”

Why did you release terrorists for a traitor?

BO: “My Muslim brothers, Oh, err, they

Had nothing to do with 3000 murders!

That young man wore his uniform with dignity”…

Right up to the point where he joined the enemy!

What about the Marine in Mexico?

BO: Oh, he made a wrong turn,

I hope that’s a lesson he learned!

And the fat cats in D.C.

Keep on scheming,

While the people’s patience

Is wearing thin and red blood is steaming!

You ask, When will this nightmare end?

To be continued...

If you vote for another Clinton!

© Leatherman 2014

The Abuse of the Innocents

Sorrow steals the laughter from once joyful spirits…

Burgeoning anguish envelopes mourning souls

Numb from the atrocity of the abuse of the innocents…

“Why”, asking God…

“Why do You allow this to happen?”

“Why take the child and not me? They were so young, so helpless!”

Hurt and anger fill the lamenting parent’s core,

Tears flow uncontrollably…

Oh how it grieves us to think of what the child suffered.

Defenseless, voiceless loving little beings at the mercy of monsters.

Cold black hearts pump evil through the veins of a child abuser.

Wretched demons, inhuman slithering snakes!

What you do in the dark will always come to light!

Changed forever, the dead child’s parents

Will never be the same.

Blaming themselves, even though unwarranted,

A dark shadow of despair clings to their soul.

The loss leaves a gaping wound where their heart once beat,

Yet they must continue to breathe and live and walk and talk.

God help the loved ones of a murdered child.

God curse the abuser to Hell!

©Leatherman 2014

Maci

I never got to say “I love you”

With my voice,

Or run through the house and

Make lots of noise!

I hope you know I love you so,

By the way I smiled and

Nuzzled you close….

Please don’t blame yourselves

For the evil ways of another!

I never doubted for one second

I had the very best Daddy and Mother…

I’m in the arms of the Lamb so sweet,

Watching other children playing at His feet!

We laugh and sing constantly,

The best part is when we worship Him

On bended knees!

Mommy and Daddy

I know your hearts ache,

And you don’t know how

You’ll get through another day…

I want you to know what Jesus

Whispered in my ear….

“ Maci, one day you will be with your

Mommy and Daddy again

Without anymore tears!”

©Leatherman 2014

For Maci
http://kxan.tributes.com/obituary/show/Maci-LeeAnn-Casias-101445570

Stop child abuse!

America, America

Beneath the surface of restraint

Red white and blue blood boils…

Patience wears exceedingly thin with

Elected traitors treacherous acts

On American soil!

Veterans fought Liberty’s battles

With honor, dignity and pride…

Now herded like condemned cattle

In long waiting lines, slowly they die.

Four murdered Americans

Whose cries for help were denied…

Instead, bring a traitor home and

Free the Taliban party of five…

Cover-ups and scandals

Run rampant in the city of D.C.,

Modern day Rome,

Greedy souls filled with shameless iniquity…

Americans divided by race

Status and mocked creed,

No longer the thread that binds

The exceptional home of the brave and

The land of the free…

Haunting echoes of our forefathers

Blowing in the wind,

Crying out to us,

“Destroy the enemy within!”

“America, America

God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good

With brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!”

What then shall be her fate?

Will Patriots rise up

Before it’s too late?

©Leatherman 2014