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

The Lost

The lost

Searching for answers

To human subsistence

Rejecting creation and

Jehovah’s existence

Mythological deities

Golden idols and

Demonic frauds

Tricking souls

Stealing them from God

Goddess divine

Cries tears of red gold

Beautiful fantasy by

Nordics of old

Folklore from poets

With vivid imagination

The ruin of followers

Certain condemnation

Satan rejoices in

Mortal’s eternal

Damnation

© Leatherman 2012

Live and Let Live

Here’s an idea

If you don’t like Christianity
Don't practice it

If the sight of a cross

Makes your mouth froth
Turn away

You won’t be forced to pray

If you don’t want to be gay

I suggest you stay straight

If Muslims get under your skin

Simply walk away from them

If you hate Jews

Walk a mile in their shoes

If you think Pagans are strange

You’re not their judge anyway

If you despise your parents

Move out and pay your own rent

If you don’t like meat

Find something else to eat

If you’re against guns

You don’t have to buy one

If you like to smoke

Do you best not to croak

If you drink or text while you drive

Be prepared to pay the price

If you’re not a U.S. citizen

Apply legally
They'll let you in

If skin color offends

Find yourself a secluded island

Get up and get a job

Don’t be a society draining slob

If you don’t want children at your feet

Use protection BEFORE a heartbeat

Everyone is screaming

“You’re not PC”

If you happen to disagree

Or think just a bit more free

Calm down people

There's so much to share

To learn and to give

Whatever happened to

Live and let live

© Leatherman 2012

Sycophant Society

Kissing the feet of

Hollywood elite

Flattering friends

Of celebrity

Servile shadow

Happy to follow

Doesn’t matter that

Friendship is hollow

Politicians and royalty

Produce novice clones

With undying loyalty

Rather to fetch a bone

Than overthrow

Corruption or powers

Consecrated thrown

Daydreaming teens

Eagerly emulate

Models in magazines

Wear the same clothes

Procure a new nose

Brainwashed to think

Plastic is the new gold

Sycophant society

Striving for

Collective notoriety

Carbon copy culture

Die to fit into the block

Never step outside the box

For fear of rejection

Living lives of

Social subjugation

© Leatherman 2012

How Old the Soul

How old the soul

Does anyone know

Waiting in Heaven

To arrive on earth

Assigned to a body

At the time of birth

Floating above beings

Ready to die

Jumping back in

When told

It isn’t their time

Giving warning

Called intuition

All we need do is

Intently listen

The mystery of

Creation

Is just that

No man knows all

Until we return by

Heavenly ascension

© Leatherman 2012

Tears for Five Nations

Shed no tears as we walk by

Or if we should lie down to die

Five Nations of the strong and proud

Cloaked with death’s small pox shroud

Choctaw, Creek, Seminole,

Chickasaw and Cherokee Nations

Faced 1830’s winter freeze

And cruel slow starvation

You stole our land and claimed our homes

Your white greed has no humane bones

You force us out to steal our mother’s gold

We will not let you take our soul

Though many of us fell along the way

Some lived to see another day

One thousand miles we walked and died

No tear drops shown from our eyes

The Trail of Tears I must make clear

For the story is often mystified

It was the tears that spectator’s shed

As we walked compliantly by

They watched and hung their heads

To cry

©Leatherman 2012

With Wings of Fire

We heard the eagle cry

The day his treasured

Freedom almost died

His wings were frayed

Mighty talons snipped

Tossed in a cage

And locked away

No words were spoken

His voice restrained

His heart was broken

The land he loved

Had sadly changed

Suddenly shackled

In iron clad chains

He drifted into restless slumber

Dreamed of the days

He soared with lightning bolts

And roars of thunder

No one dare challenge

His might

He toppled foes

With strength and pride

Eagle began to slowly fade

Growing weaker day by day

He called to his people

To save his life

Make haste he prayed

Don’t wait until we're out of time

His patriots grew angry

And answered his call
Nursing him back from near fatal fall

We shook our fists in fits of rage

How dare you treat our eagle this way

We'll fight for right side by side

We'll NEVER watch our eagle die
Eagle emerged from his cage of wire
Attacking his captors traitors and liars
Soaring high in his American sky
Defeating his enemies
With wings of fire

© Leatherman 2012

Silence Isn't Always Golden

Trips around the world

Bowing and kissing rings

Our country is wounded

While he practices his swing

Criticizing the wealthy

For having profuse cash

Trying to take theirs

While he hides his private stash

Socialist friends

With capitalist disdain

Holding exorbitant fundraisers

For his anti American campaign

Attitude he conveys

Not his words verbatim

Actions speak louder

He doesn't have to say them

Do as I say not as I do

I’m your messiah

I make the rules

You dare ask my thoughts

My plans my intentions

Let me be perfectly clear

It’s none of your business

Scary Secretary stands by his side

In bed with the U N

Handing over our inalienable rights

Craving to control every thought

In your head

Take away your arms

Leaving our 2nd Amendment dead

Former speaker of the house

Flies around on her broom

Spewing double standard talk

While promising the moon

Mr. Attorney General

No man of high standards

Fast and furiously covering

His gun smuggling disaster

Four more years

Of his unbridled resolution

Will destroy our homeland and

The U.S. Constitution

Silence isn’t always golden

So raise your patriotic voice

Before it’s too late and

No one has freedom’s choice


(C) Leatherman 2012
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