Suddenly Hope Is Vanqished

Suddenly the gathering clouds
Obliterate the sun
Suddenly the freshest air is turning foul
Once the  pinnacle of life
Worn gloriously as tomorrow's crown
Brought promises of realized dreams
Not in imagination but reality
Now every breath is rife
Laborious with the  coming of the reapers strife
Suddenly hope is vanquished
By deluge of a monsoon flood
Suddenly there is nothing more to grasp
Only grief once unforeseen will come to pass
Upon the newest threshold
Gods gift of immortality
Arrives before our day is done
And there in heaven is eternal life begun

Corrine Schlessel @2016

What Antidote For Blindness

What Antidote For Blindness 

What antidote for blindness but

An over flowing loving heart

To stem the flood of hatred

Infecting every body part

Can we not see nor hear the love

We're gifted with our birth

Instead accepting scepter passed 

From saturated haters girth.

Could we not know the right from wrong

Mounting violence as its cost

Humanity too swiftly buried 

Suffering countless lives we've lost

Forbearance starves without restraint

With surging hatred at the gate

When all that's sought is love and peace 

A want of long life's noble fate

Compassion is our birthrights gift

In lathered love of newborns cry

Wrapped in expectations bunting

To keep us warm and safe and dry

We cannot see what lies ahead

Benevolence our goal

With every breath that strengthens us

To be a loving soul

We grow as we are nourished 

Fed love instead of hate

Awareness shaping destiny

Humanity our mate.

Corrine Schlessel @ 2015

Louie PharrahKant : RAP

Louie Pharrah Khant:
Rap Louis Pharrah Khant cant cant
He kant preach no love
Cause he got none to preach
It’s a damn shame his khant love love
Has such a large outreach
 All Louie has is hate
All Louie does is black
No matter what the world give him
His heart is solid black ack ack
Louie’s heart is solid black
Cause he cant preach no love
He takes but don’t give back
He takes your fears and ill based claims
And stabs you in the back ack ack
His hate stabs you in the back
Louis cant give back no love
He has none to give back ack ack
He has none to give back
You know what all he lacks a lack
It’s love he lack ack acks
 Don’t matter you do good 
No matter love you have
Louie has a one track mind
Attack attack attack
 He lives like he a king
But he’s no Martin Luther
One preaches love the other hate
And that’s a simple fact act act
Yes that’s a simple fact act act
 It’s love that Louie lack ack ack
That a shameful Louie fact
 He just another hitler A KKK in black
 No different that those hooded men
 Who persecute the Jew and black ack ack
Who persecute the Jew and black
 His brain it seems is fried
 Since hitler is his bride
He needs to know he cannot thrive
On hatred nine to five ive ive
On hatred nine to five
 Hey Louie stop your kvetching
Your hatred and your carp’in
Try doing good it’s not to late
Your legacys is barfing
 Let loose preach love
 Let go the hate
Louie Khan’t it’s not too late ate ate
Hell no it ain't too late
 I hope Louie Khant change his fate
There’s not’hin more left to debate
Preach love preach love
Let go the hate
Do you get it Louie Pharra KANT
It’s not too F’in late

Corrine Schlessel © 2013

Thorns Remain

Thorns Remain 

Thorns remain tho roses die

Blooms fade like errant vagrants 

Each fleeting day may rob us all

Take time to breath their fragrance

Be late instead of punctual

If early causes misses

The scent of roses stays with us

Like lovers welcomed kisses

Too late too late when days exceed

Each expectation of success 

Take time to smell the roses

That goal is lifes request

Look forward to your future

Your fortune lies ahead

If you'll just smell the roses 

As they lay in gardens bed

Expel each breath you breath today 

As if each one were your last

Take time to smell the roses

Their blooms too fade to fast.

Corrine Schlessel @ 2015

 

upon the Heathered Hill

Beneath The Heather Fields

Beneath the heathered fields

So glorious in the sun

No census there are counting

Tattooed numbered lives undone.

Whispered in the wind

Tortured suffering now still

Recorded in a vacuum 

Upon the heathered hill.

Choosing not to see or hear

Selected mass of kindred souls

We each of us by knowing

Bare witness to their murdered toll

We'll rise again dear God

We are humanity diminished

We'll do you proud dear God

For when we left we had not finished

Beneath this field of weathered bones

Tho silent and unseen

Compassion of our souls arise

Gifting all that might have been.

Gather all the heather

Here upon the hill

Spread the seeds that carry home

The little left good will.

Corrine Schlessel @ 2015

L'Chaim : To Life

L'chaim : to life

Each child that died was yours and mine

We mourners wail and suffer,

Each woman lying now below

Was sister and our mother,

Each man whose eyes forever sleep

Your father and our brother.


We languish now in sorrowful grief

While rockets reign the sky

And run to shelter those we love

Recalling lives too brief


Once laughter was the sound of life

Not guns , nor bitter hate

When children played with toys and sang

Now death has come to violate.


Zinging rockets constant noise

Fill shelters as they fall

Descending clouds of darkness now

Obliterate our life's recall.


We wish to live , we relish peace

To build and not tear down

We yearn for life and grasp to wear

Guardian angels holy crown.



L'chaim ...to life
Corrine Schlessel @2014

Assassins Hand

Assassins hands in bloodied claim Killed a child in his gods name Destroying his humanity His soul is dead tho he roamed free By judgement poorly made before Repeated deaths he claimed new score Revenge must take him swiftly now If indeed his God is just He sealed his fate with rendered hate For from his hand death emanates If right must reign let it reign now Swift justice on his life bestow His claim to death by murderous deed Sent child and innocence to share a grave We shed our tears for all we lost Tho pain is not our steepest cost For each child's death is yours and mine Our world has darkened by another's crime Hold back the hand that preaches hate Let this child's death uplift us all And bury hate with innocence Instill what love we're meant to share That we may one another love That each of us for other care. Corrine Schlessel @ 2015