A MAGIC MANS plan
to disappear is clear
N a
Funny Dance
reappears Laughter through your Mind
& a
Loving bounce on your Heart
a bounce to the beat of his feet
So Sweet
So long
So Long a thought of
A MAGIC MANS plan
In Loving Memories
till we meet again
Ded. To Mr. Tony Blanco
For Jill Potter
by; ink knighted poet
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
OUR SOLDIERS
Psalms Chapter 23
The Red White and Blue Blood
The Red White and Blue LoveThe Worlds Strongest Military Empowered by Love
For Peace
Power of war
of Peace
in a war
a war
To Bring Back Peace
A Peace of mind
A hand salutes
A head to get ahead
A head drops
Thoughts of Shots
Shots Fired
At this time as bullets fly
Tributes High
A sky of Shells
Shells that Sheltered Us
As You Were
As We Were
As We are Comforted
By
By the roads paved and unpaved paths
They Chose and Still
They Choose To Support
"The Loyal"
"The Red White and Blue"
Yes its True
We sleep at night
and
We wake up to coffee
The Soldiers
Our Soldiers watch in the watches of day n night
A Fight
A endless Fight
All There Might
They Fight
so
We may
sleep at night
They are the Brave
They Defend
They Attack
They are Bold
They dont lack
Discipline
Disciplined
In The Art of war
In a war
in the air
on the shore Ships, Jets, Choppers and Tanks
in
&
out of Airplanes
Parachuting Troops
In Times
At Times like this
They crawl on the floor
in
&
out of the water, trees, hills, deserts & more
Camouflage
They dodge
They climb
They roll
This is how They roll
A Forward March
A Run Towards
A enemy
So
We
"The United States Of America"
May Live In Safety
We are safe
We will Defend
They Defend
To Win
The Win
The Right To Stand Again
We Arise
We Stand
To Arise
&
Lift Our
Memorable Thoughts
From mention
From old Military Bags
Sown & Stiched On Flags
Old Canteens
They drunk,
They Dream
A Dream
Of
"Let Freedom Ring"
They sing
A Cadence
Of
Inspiration
Powerful Talks
By
All Ranks
&
All Soldiers
Some Young
&
Some Older
All Leaders
Some Leaders
They follow
There Leaders
To Lead
Them Back Home
To Bring
Them Back Home
"The Home Of The Brave"
For
A Land They Do Save
" MEMORIAL DAY"
A Day Of Remembrance
&
A Prayer
In Jesus Name
Amen
A Action
A Call to Action
To show Our Love
To The Fallen
Whom
We Fall In Love With
Whom are Lifted in
Our Memories
Our Stories
There
Glorious Stories
There
compels the sails
of Emotion
of Love
of Devotion
of Honoring
Them
Always A Soldier
N
Them
A
Veteran
Our Love There Love
Triggers the Tears
Our Worst Fears
one day, two years,
a hundred appears
Monuments of Heroes
Stones of Marble Engraved
A Hero
A Soldier
That
Lives On
&
Died
So We May Live
The SOLDIERS who Fought for
The SOLDIERS who still Fight for
The United States Of America
May All Their Souls Find
Peace In Rest
In
Heavenly Realms.
""In Jesus Name Amen.""
With Love,
Titled By Bro Randy.
by: ink knighted poet.
Titled By Bro Randy.
by: ink knighted poet.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
"COOL THE FLAMES"
A almost soundless night
Sighs
sighs of relief
at the
sounds
and sights of a lighted siren
sirens they
sound upon Fresno's
Red wave
a Red blaze
a Red truck
with ladders n hoses n spraying it saves
in a maze
in a craze
flames
a fire
a call from the wire
a Dispatcher
a call from up Hire
a Police Chopper
above and beyond
Skyway
Supporters extend
a Eagle s Eye view
a Spining Halo of Love
Uniforms
Form Heroes
as
Heroes
they approach
the unapproachable
a flammable
a smoke
a flame
a flashy flame arises
a fearless desire to Save
Into
a Death flamming barricade
All There Training
All There Skills
To Save a Life
To Save there Own Lives SELFLESS HEROES
a tear
tears start to
appear
if they Die
they
have Died
Your
Mothers n Fathers
Your
Wifes n Husbands
Will Cry
They have Cried For You
You All
All THE LOST AND NEVER FORGOTTEN
in a Flame
a Name
a endless list
of Names
A Heroes Name
A Firefighter
A American Ambulance which came to do the same
In Jesus Name
Protect and cool the Flames
of Fresno Californa . Amen.
Sighs
sighs of relief
at the
sounds
and sights of a lighted siren
sirens they
sound upon Fresno's
Red wave
a Red blaze
a Red truck
with ladders n hoses n spraying it saves
in a maze
in a craze
flames
a fire
a call from the wire
a Dispatcher
a call from up Hire
a Police Chopper
above and beyond
Skyway
Supporters extend
a Eagle s Eye view
a Spining Halo of Love
Uniforms
Form Heroes
as
Heroes
they approach
the unapproachable
a flammable
a smoke
a flame
a flashy flame arises
a fearless desire to Save
Into
a Death flamming barricade
All There Training
All There Skills
To Save a Life
To Save there Own Lives SELFLESS HEROES
a tear
tears start to
appear
if they Die
they
have Died
Your
Mothers n Fathers
Your
Wifes n Husbands
Will Cry
They have Cried For You
You All
All THE LOST AND NEVER FORGOTTEN
in a Flame
a Name
a endless list
of Names
A Heroes Name
A Firefighter
A American Ambulance which came to do the same
In Jesus Name
Protect and cool the Flames
of Fresno Californa . Amen.
By: Ink Knighted Poet
Friday, May 16, 2014
"HEAVENLY SHE IS"
Eyes that
trap a Soul
a Heart begun to wonder wonder
at a pace unusual.
a web artistically designed.
In Love
For
someone to hold.
In Love ,
to be
In Love of Amor
Mi Amor
Angelicly Fine Twisting through my mind
Smiles that
Dial Love
Directly not textly.
Youve Hexed Me
dont
correct Me
Youve checked Me
Me
checking
You out.
Even if
your not Her
Her
Your sure
acting like Her
Forsure You lure
the blurr
in other words
which
rewords
train of thought
lost to a Smile
Your Laughter
the Light in your eyes Although low
cosume whole
Holy
mabe slowly
take it slow
Your All Heart n Soul
The Lords In Control
Love Behold
By : Ink Knighted Poet
Saturday, May 10, 2014
REMEDY
what and who triggers the trigger
violence In this place
in haste
spraying bullets not paint
signatures of lead
A Father hovers to Save his Child
she Lives
yet shot
wounded and crying
still Alive
not Dying
A Mothers crying
Violence and Hate
many relate
in this state of relevance
relevant Love not in this case
in case your wondering
We must Love over
Hate
We sit and stand and Pray
Prayer for the fallen Fresno streets
swept with blood n bodies
no cures
We cure
In emotions We motion with words to be known
We are n a zone of Peace
They war n worn torn lives
despised looks of Past
Present N' Future
of the Futureless
OUR Many Innocent Die Death's
Quickened
Saddened
We are Propelled
thus
We The Many
To take A stand
and have
Love and Faith in are Law Enforcement Officers
who Bravely
put their Lives on the line
Day n Night
They too
have been victims of street violence.
They are Human
If Humanly Possible
Please remember.
Youth loose N' Lost
N' a burden
N' lack of Love
We Need More
More Help N' Comport
Against
Poverty N' Racism
and Neglect of Human development
Human compassion
Humanity to demand
Change
We All see
You See
Violence is here
We are here to compete with the devil
No match against
The Lord Jesus Christ
and unity in Full Force
United We Stand
Not Divided
We Plan
We Live for the Dead
We Have Faith in community
We speak N' Love
Fresno CA.
A small part in the
Human Family
A Big roll in Changing Lives
and
Safer Streets for Fresno
To Live through
LOVE OF PEOPLE
Enhanced Title By , Bro. Randy
By: Ink Knighted Poet.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
A Prayer for thee Angels in the streets
Hebrews 13:2
King James Version (KJV)
2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares
who considers
the inconsiderate, who considers
the starved,
the starving that will feed the hungry,
the hungry who have no food.
darkest places for sleep
a box for Her head
partially covered
the box that hides an Old Lady
in a box with a cross.
who with a spirit of chairty provides 3 chicken sandwiches with
no hesitation,
no hesitation
for
a sandwich
and
a prayer
who considers a Mother,
a Grand Mother,
a Sister,
a Daughter
Whose cement pillows grow cold in the night
only dirty enough so She won't be seen.
She is real:
a Lady,
aWoman
of Worth,
Worth
a Prayer,
a Hug
Someone To Love
some Food.
what is what we must do
to get this message through
a Lady in a box covers Her head
Her shame
Her loneliness. Yet it does not remove
Her pain,
Her hurt,
Her struggle, nor
Her jungle of concrete beds.
Her life is real
Her pain i do feel
an Angel that lays at our feet
hungry and cold looking lost and so old
a Lady
an Angel
a Soul
a Vision of life passed by.
will we
Love the Lady in the box with a cross
a Human
no matter
what
no matter
Who
no matter
where
She came from
right here
right now
is She just an old lady in the streets? no Home
no Food
to eat
She sleeps alone in dark corners on a myriad of these Fresno Streets.
She is for now, just an old lady in a box with a cross
to ponder...
a Lady's Worth:
Worth Love,
Worth hope, Never Ever
a Worthless Lady
because
she lives in abox with a cross.
In Jesus Name turn her box
into many moving boxes
into her new home
boxes of food
boxes of clothes
boxes of all the living essentials
A Gifted Box with a pretty design that holds the Word
your Words in a Biblical box
boxes of Love
for the once Lady
in the streets in a box with a cross
in
Jesus Name Amen
Edited By: Mr. Jeremy Boriack
By: Ink Knighted Poet
Saturday, April 26, 2014
The phone "E" friend
The phone
holds our souls
we have
no control
it has
solely n soulfully
uncared
for
time n
time again
time
not
well spent
we don't stop
we don't smile
we don't listen
we are not here
we are there
in a layer
of
technology
we talk no more
we sit so close
yet
we speak
not
we are
not
speaking
why
we are
friendly
to it
it loves us
not
it tells you
you're beautiful
in articles of screens
does it mean
as much
as the
fellow or Lady
who smiles
who stops
who says
oh thee you are
Lovely
thee Heavenly presence
of Beauty
of Delight
oh thee a sight
of Happiness
oh thee a glow
a glow that speaks to me
to say have a nice day how are you
we could of been lifelong friends when darkness hits
you
turn on your phone
you are
turned on
by the phone
to see
you see
this is you the world on the phone no room for us
who is us
us is me
me and you
lets stop and talk I Promise not to turn off in the middle of a conversation
or freeze in your time of trouble
or get lost in your time of need
or just not pay
so
I won't have to say
I Love You any more
Ill
Hear thee
I need
a Human friend
not
a phone
a phones friend
thee
controlling
obsessive friend
By: Ink Knighted Poet
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