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Life is a Fantasy
LIFE IS A FANTASY! A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy white Hops in bedrooms filled with fright A child of six with much to know Her father's basest feelings show She knows of LOVE, only through him He satisfies his every whim He leaves, she wipes him from her chin! Her mother NEEDS to see the best He answered her God request To have a roof to comfort bring A yard where all the birdies sing Tell me how she could really know What source for learning could she go? Her mother regularly beaten if not worse The cycle of violence ? a woman's curse Conflicting visions, dependencies One can endure many idiosyncrasies She could not make him defendant be Denial, avoidance? she disbelieves The rabbit hides beneath tall trees. At thirteen a step-grandfatha' Finds a well-trained girl that oughta' Do what powerful men request Never knowing what is best And run away she does at last Freedom can be such a 'blast' A rabbit's foot upon a chain The FANTASY her 'safe' domain How long in life must it remain? To protect her from these men Who always for her lips, do 'yen' A state trooper in Tennessee Like every other man does see Her lips so full and luscious red Through the bars, not in a bed. This life men bring to little girls Even when their hair yet curls The visions in her soul I saw Ripped my soul - made it raw I can understand the rage and WILL To take a life and even KILL Just forgive and let it go The therapists say, what do THEY Know? Einstein says "Where the world ceases to be the scene of our personal hopes and wishes, where we face it as free beings admiring, asking, and observing, there we enter the realm of Art and Science." Author of Diverse Druids Columnist for The ES Press Magazine Guest 'expert' at World-Mysteries.com
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