Author The Mush from the Hill

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Powerful words, written with passion and devotion. Just had to reblog!

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What colour of skin, do death and sufferings acknowledge?
Don’t look at me now, pretending, you had no knowledge.

Raping my child, breaking my womb,
I am forced to wear a viel of gloom.

The red of my blood is shadowed by, red quenching the city,
All the colours are gone, that once made my people pretty.

They humiliated my heart with every possible force,
I know universe loved us, when Nile refused to engulf corpse.

You said you are safe, and I always wonder,
Maybe you’ll know, when your own doors receive this thunder.

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The Church

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How could I forget?

Sacrilege scorched

To the back of my eyelids

And I see it over and over

Every time I close my eyes

 

This terrible memory

Has not been lost over time

As I recall that cruel night

A night as black as pitch

And the cold, icy and biting

 

From my bedroom window

I could see the church on the hill

A beacon of hope standing the test of time

Now engulfed in a flaming fiery blaze

That could have come from Hell itself

 

The star lit sky was bright orange

While the smoke created patterns

Swirling in the wind that fanned the blaze

The structure began to fail

Stone collapsed and wood splintered

 

Fixated by this terrible sight

I swear I saw dark shadows

Dancing around the fire

Their gestures in celebration of

The demise of this symbol of good

 

Mesmerised by the moment

I could see the flames

Through the shadows

Given the illusion of

Eyes and mouths and teeth

 

Orange red eyes that glowed

Mouths that formed toothy grins

Menacing grins that turned

Into what looked like

Open mouthed laughter

 

Each gesture melding into the next

With each shape changing and

Melting into the next demonic shape

And all I could do was stand my ground

Watching this terrible event unfurl

 

I didn’t sleep much that night

To a young boy witnessing

Such a cruel, frightening vision

My dreams were tormented by

The shadows scratching at my window

 

The next morning I woke

And sprung to my window

Had I witness a terrible nightmare

No; there it was the smouldering

Scorched unholy skeleton

 

I quietly wept, for hope had burned to the ground.

 

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC

Song’s from the Movies

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With MIB International come to Cinemas this week, I thought I’d post this from the third in the series and I have to say, by just a smidge, the best in the series.

Back In Time sung by American rapper Pitbull was released as the lead single for the soundtrack of Men in Black 3 but isn’t featured on the album. It was though released as the lead single from his seventh studio album, Global Warming.

Back in Time

MIB3Let’s excuse me babyBiT
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let’s make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let’s, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let’s make a movie baby
Time

It’s Mr Worldwide, Agent A, Reporting live
From Cape Canaveral, MK, Big Syphe, let’s ride

Back, back, in, in, time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

Miami equals black mask, black clothes
With a little bit of rope to tie, I flipped it
Black suits, white shirts, black glasses with a matching tie
Like Agent J or Agent K, and I wish the whole world would
Ok, I’m tryin’ make a billion out of 15 cents
Understand, understood
I’m a go-getter, mover, shaker, culture, bury a boarder, record-breaker won’t cha
Give credit where credit is due don’t cha
Know that I don’t give a number two
Y’all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

I got the globe, yeah, in the palm of my hand
Wherever I spin it, that’s where I land
Let’s save the world
Men In Black I know you understand
Stop the movement, they can try if they want to
Ignorar lo latino, si, they can try if they want to
What Pit solves is a bit raw
Took like jigsaw and built it all
Despite a big loss, I’d bet it all
And fought blind against the world, Ray Charles
Y’all just halfway thoughts
Not worth the back of my mind
But to understand the future, we have to go back in time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

Let’s excuse me baby
Go, yeah you baby
Back, ooh you groovy baby
In, let’s make a movie baby
Time, excuse me baby
Let’s, yeah you baby
Go, ooh you groovy baby
Back in, let’s make a movie baby
Time

Baby, ohhh baby
Ohhh baby, my sweet baby
You’re the one

 

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Incarceration – The Mush from the Hill

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First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their monthly theme – Freedom.

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Is anyone truly free?

We sit looking out of

Rose tinted windows

Incarcerated by the

Need for a living wage

Craving cool fresh air to breathe

Fleeting thoughts pass by

Of what is our reality?

Like yesterday’s twitter feed

Blowing in solar winds

Of social media’s cyber space

Fake headlines catching our eye

The truth, a truth so hard to find

The waking day now a monkey puzzle

In a world of who or what to believe

Information overload blinds the mind

Talking down to us like hired help

While patting our heads for being good  

Politicians and conspiracy theorists unite

Welcome to Dystopia the land of the free

Where you will be happy, won’t you!

Because they will tell you how to be

Garbage in, garbage out

Losing our intelligence and free will

It won’t be long and you’ll see

There will be a new spelling

Of the…

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