Musue N. Haddad

My Dream Will Never Die

2013-08-21T07:01:00.002-07:00

I am a beautiful lady, newly risen
To partake in a story for noble reasons
An African lady as cheery as the seasons
My heart is pure love fountains
The goddess of courage, love and I, one

I am a lady with the love of a child
Spring beauty spreading like wildfire
Love flows within me, dance inside me
Moving slowly like a gentle stream
A beauty that captivates everyday dream

I am a lady of the shadow and the light
Courageous, proud lady sparkling with firelight
Nurturing beauty of creation without fright
I am resilient and proud, with pride say I

My dream will never die.

Blessed Assurance

2012-05-07T08:33:00.004-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Up on top of the hilly path
Down the end of the slope
Deep valley on the rocky path,
Feet worn, torn; crudely bruised
Fingers, hands toiled, overly used
Along the narrow crooked road
Rivers flowing for many miles
And there isn’t a footpath
Left and right, there’s warpath
Inches from scorching bloodbath
Weary heart noisily pounding
Standing; a deserted highway
Then, at that precise moment
There was a glorious presence
Up and above, fully radiance
Air filled with flowery fragrance
A profound, but serene silence
Vengeance swooped to a distance
Cause, vengeance is not mine
Taken care of by thy presence
The essence of the precious moment
Separate grievance from substance
Soothing words echoed; pleasance
Dazzling sublime blessed assurances
Awe-inspiring, humbling joyance,
Guidance, victory and reverence
And that was a truly good riddance
Enriches the heart, a beatific guidance
A beautiful, blessed assurance

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Eight B’day – A New Era

2012-04-05T03:50:00.003-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Here’s to a strong African child
Whose birthday is on the eight
First opened eyes to the world
In the land of stranger, no bloodline
Then traveled to Africa, the dark land
Where his heart truly belongs
The supposed “dark” continent of Africa
Filled with scenery mountains, hills, valleys
Creeks, rivers streams, all surging
The beautiful virgin land, grand sunshine
Swaying trees, naturally grown food
Unprocessed, non-artificial cooked food
Yes, the place of this child’s true lineage
The place his soul, heart aligns
Face dances to the sound of the birds
And radiantly glow with bliss
Come see his steps brisk, so divine
Glimmering reflection of night sky
Grand harmony of sunrise, sunset

Here is the eight birthday gong
To celebrate your birthday, my son
I could shout a world of wishes
But I’ll tell you about the powerful “eight”
The superabundant number of old
Sacred ‘Eight days of the greatest Feast’
Like the great African festivities
And the Eightfold Path of self-awakening
Or the Eight Beatitude of blissfulness
The ‘Eight messengers at the Holy Throne’
Yes, it's your era of growth, expansion
Bright new beginning, fresh new era
So, receive this as a gift from above
Shun boundaries from the past.
And holdfast to values that last
Values of your great African ancestors
Seek the almighty to make wise decisions,
And to strengthen this life of yours.

Happy eight birthday my dear
It’s a momentous eight, my child
I feel your beats in harmony with this place
So shake, dance to the drum beats
You’re in your great ancestors’ birthplace
Your’re a lineage of the Great Prince
Known also as Archistrategos
So on your birthday, and beyond
With grace, take the armor of rekindling
That’s filled with blissful wonderment
Remember today, always my son
The Almighty is guiding you my son
He’ll send blessings for tears, trials
Fill your heart with joy, and grace
Send you love on wings of dove
He’ll answer all of your prayers
On the Dark Continent and beyond
For today, tomorrow, and always

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

My Place of Birth

2012-04-05T03:45:00.001-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

My Place of Birth
A beautiful, green grassland
Plum trees, guava trees, many trees
A fertile land for animals, all trees
Fresh, beautiful land, lush topsoil
Luscious vegetables from soil
Dark, naturally rich, fertile soil
Bare feet against the grass
Soil soft between my toes
Sunlight slowly beat from above
Danced through the green leaves
Twinkling of sunray in my hair
Yes, I was fond of this place

My place of birth
Yea, the land of my birth
The land, beautiful and free
Butterflies, birds, the sky, all airy
Fly above cheery and free
The smell of the fresh air
Flying through my hairs
Gently against my innocent face
I giggled, raced with the wind
The rivers, creeks, flowed freely
Fresh running water against my skin
Sparkling bubbles, drops on my face

My place of birth
Yea, the land of my birth
Beautiful, rich, embracing
But as the years went by
The rich soil, the trees, fresh air
Sounds of flowing rivers were gone away
Green trees, beautiful sky, now gray
Trails of my childhood gone away
Sounds of birds, gone astray
The color, the air, the soil wailful
The grass, soil, rivers scorched
Sounds of motors, machines crackle
Give headache, makes me hazy
Cloudy, midst the once fresh air
Taken over the land of my birth

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

SawMill in Lofa

2012-03-28T09:27:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

I know, I know, I remembered
At first, it was the beautiful trees
Large blanket of peaceful shades

Trees roots sat happily into the earth
Birds sat cozily on tree tops
Beautiful harmony at that time

Children danced in the fields
We climbed happily on trees stump
Hung, swung on the branches

Then sounds of machine came
It was foreign sounds on our streets
And then our neighborhoods and streets

We saw large machines plied our streets
Then track of oily black substance; slimy
The deafening sounds of machine

In the midst of soft local songs,
And the soothing sounds of nature
Our voices faded, then plunged

Then it drowned drumbeats of our tongues
Tis was the large humming of machines
Day and night, and everyday

Big, rough tires, sharp blades on our roads
Tearing at trees, and our soft earth
Blades shot crudely into the trees

Birds flew, squirrels, animals scurried
Large, healthy, and bulky trees
Brutally slain; all beaten without care

Trees roots burst from the earth
The forest wailed, and it was all silent
They lay helpless on battered earth

Worn out by the sun and the rain
Hacked trees taken on trailers
Out of Lofa, and then overseas

And our earth wrestled
With the dark oily substance
That sagged deeply into its veins

And the ground cracks open in awe
More and more trees, all fall in disdain
Our beautiful shades, stout branches all gone

No shades, no tree branches to wave
Shrunken, cracked soil, polluted rivers
Machines, engines, grating noise prevail

Taken over nature’s voice and our songs
At first, it was harmony and beauty
That’s what it was, I remembered
But now, it’s withered and wrinkled

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Sycophants

2012-03-28T08:37:00.004-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Sycophants
Sycophants in Africa
And those in great America
From where do they come?
They crawl, sneak, prowl
Fawners and flatterers
Obsessively dumb
Never free, compulsive breeders
Continually needy
Profusely reliant

Sycophants
Sycophants in Africa
And those in Liberia
They are predators
Plunderers, babblers
Prowling, marauding without a wink
Moving stealthily
Seeking prey wiggly
Killers of innocence
See them slink

Sycophants
Sycophant in the city
And those in the villages
Intruders, raiders, looters
Ignorant to compassion
Deaf, blind to affection
Raiders without precincts
Relations, colleagues, bare instincts
Trails of blood
Victories flood

Sycophants
Sycophants in the towns
Even the ones in my hometown
They come in pairs
Destructive, twos affair
Walk side- by- side
Sycophants, Predators
Partners, wasters
Whiners, cringers, wringers
Currying favors

Sycophants
They come to display
But they bring dismays
Yet cheering hoorays
Rehearsed jangle misplays
Lies, sweet talk, miscues
Boastfully arrant
Gleefully impales
Paddles cataclysm trails
What Vain life!

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

The Tide of Benesu

2012-03-28T08:33:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Benesu
Can I say she was a river or a creek?
With a little tide, it ran freely
It welcomed me always
For a ride upstream or downstream
We were a beautiful team
She waited on me always
Took me on her arms for a ride
Upstream, downstream, for a ride
Up against the wind, and deep bottom
And against the beautiful fish

Benusu
With large bundle of clothes
She’d sing as I washed, and washed
Bundles and bundles of laundry
Without a grin, she rocked me
And then her tides rinsed my laundry
She then took me for a long ride
Then one day, waved bye to my Benesu
For a journey, miles and miles away
Thinking about my beautiful Benesu

Benesu
Years later, I came back
I ran, called out to my Benesu
And called, and called; she was silent
I stood and looked down further
There she was, pale
Weak, brutally bruised,
Her tides feeble, body, arms frail
I walked in tears to my Benesu
Her arms were locked, unmovable
Her tides chained against litter
I sat on her side, and cried

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

A Dream Shattered

2012-03-16T03:26:00.001-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

He is an African child
Taken across the oceans
This child’s face sometimes black
White, yellow, chocolate brown
Sun’s ray always bright
In those eyes; dazzling bright

This boy’s birth celebrated
African drums, great rhythm
Traditional sounds; reverberation
Birth of an African Hero
After a few more bongos
This child was flown into the snow

In the great white snow
A place where many migrate
To seek greener pastures
Love and relationship raided
Stress, survival became conquerors
Then love slowly withered, cheerless

Mommy stopped listening
“Mommy, Daddy,” this child called
Again and again, over again
His own childlike voice came back
Then, the face that once lighted
Gravely dampened, clouded

At four years, little child threw a fit
Kicked, screamed, called out louder
Still, Mommy and Daddy didn’t hear
Too busy, distant to their little boy
They cured little boy, not with hugs

Pressed down his tiny throat
Prescribed Anti Psychotic drugs
Volumes, infused in his body system
Now, he’s nine years old; controlled
Handsome, but eyes dull, dreary
Mind blank, bare and stultified
Creativity destroyed, glass-eyed

“Mommy, Mommy,” Daddy, Daddy”
Wordless cries ignored, always
Little boy sobbed as the drug travels
Down his tiny throat, he wriggles
Slithered through his esophagus
In his stomach, twirled, rock around

Drugs soften; then slowly liquefied
Passed on into blood, circulate
Bubbles into brain, body system
Hear the pounding, crushing sounds
Demise of potentials, dreams shattered

And this innocent boy sits alive
Yet stone dead to this world
Pasty from anti psychotic drugs
One more innocent life crudely robbed
Now a drug-ladened rag doll

Powerful smashing of love in the vein
Broken tears of shattering dreams
The deep roots of absurd pains
And the trails of tears remain
In the skies of the universe

This child’s path marked by darkness
He lingered his days under the sky
But not the great African skies
This boy’s dream, another shattered
And another love lost
True story of a boy once bright

Like every child under the sky
He was born with greatness; a genius
The truth we know
Way of living steals the geniuses
And the smiling, pure angelic face

Today, I sit in my birthplace
With silent tears falling on my heart
For this child under the clouds
And children who want to be heard
Hugged, loved; cuddle in our arms
Hear the sounds of their laughters
For they are little children; our children.

Author’s note: This poem is based on a true story- the story of a boy born in Africa. His parent left the continent to seek “greener pastures” across the Oceans. In their search for “green pastures,” this has become the fate of their own child – the little boy.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Valentine’s Day

2012-02-14T08:33:00.003-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

It’s Valentine’s Day
Here, I woke at dawn
Not for the fanfare
Or something to wear
Just a gentle loving kiss
To be a Valentine Princess
My thoughts ran, a quiet hiss
Kept me without much sleep
As the dawn light faded
And the Sun’s ray caught me
Waited, waited to hear this
Flavored, laced with a touch of bliss
Waited for prolonged moments
That turned into anxious minutes
And then into boring hours
Only to see it dismissed
On the one special day
That comes just once a year

It’s Valentine’s Day
I dream of that love
That’ll look through my eyes
Embrace me with warmness
Look deeply with affection
And say with a gentle embrace
“You're special and nice.
And say to me precisely
Your cheerfulness makes me glad,
Your smile warms me
It feels like moonbeams
Your love strengthen my dreams
And captures my heart forever
You and you alone my dear
You’re my fair lady
My Princess and my Queen
Yes, you are my Valentine
To me, you're everything!”
Yes, I know I’ll hear those words
Relish in a gentle loving arms
In a love that’s unwavering
Delight fully in an unqualified love
Wholly cherished, appreciated
Both now and years ahead!

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Beautiful Silence

2012-02-02T19:33:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

There is silence.
Here, there, yonder,
Where are the folks?
Not the ones who gloat;
Theirs is nuisance.
As for the goats,
Annoying bleaters!
Pass the ones who groan.
It is hindrance.
Ah, ah! Not the crooks.
I’ll pay fee of sixpence;
For sure voidance.
Rather march with the grouts,
A silent mergence,
Without grievance.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

My Birthday

2011-12-22T01:35:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

It’s the season of my birth date
Someone asked me to restate
My thoughts on my birth date
I leisurely closed my eyes
Then took a deep breathe
Quietly sat in the moonlight
But didn’t say goodnight
Mused things the years brought
Even the things unsought
And responded with a thought
My birthday, a special day
Comes just once a year
But this year, a special year
Echoes beauties of past years
Reflects scores of tears
Then, all unutterable fears
Sounding victories over strife
Life’s lessons I was taught
Many joys it brought
Unwavering strength of hope
And the power of prayers
Brilliant thoughts to share

On this season of my birth
I know what I’ve been told
My mom and my dad
Friends of my household
Speak fondly of the earth
Dotingly of my very birth
My birth day, a day of paradise
Smiles flowed charmingly
My cheeks shone rosily
Birds sung melodiously
The sweetest of rhythms
Universe’s sun wore a rainbow
Colors danced at the window
Rested in warm arms soundless
Like a sweet dazzling pearl
A princess of hearts
An inspiration from start
Brighten the hearts of parents
Pinch the heart of tyrants
Over comer of disasters,
Hence, this is a special day
The dawn of a new day.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Author's Note: December 17th was my birthday

Response to Musue's Poem “I Wait”

2011-12-09T01:37:00.000-08:00

By: Anonymous

Read your poem, "I Wait"
It is so beautiful
Makes me love you sooo
So much more!
And I wish too,
To feel the warmth
Of your beautiful bossom,
Gently caress you
Oh, such beautiful smoothness
Of your tender hood
I give you myself.
I want lay down
My head upon your breast
Feel the throb of your heart
On drums of my inner ears.
I love you.
I love you deeply and forever!
I say it as I feel it

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

The Search

2011-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

It’s being a season and some
Feelings of mellowness deep
I watch the days slipping
Flow of our memories flicking
The clock is ticking
Darkness is almost here
So I must search for you

My disquiet-ness is glaring
Confusion, deep long raging
I’m hunched before our spot
Where I learned love bliss
My heart aches a lot
I’m searching the streets
Looking just for you, my love

I rummaged around palm grove
But you weren’t there
I wept at the fallen trees
Leaves all withered and reddish
I combed the cassava grove
Only dead stems stared at me
My eyes are worn and reddish

Come towards me, my darling
Let’s meet at the T-junction
Or meet me at the sandy turning
Where our hidden villages glow
Let’s get some catfish again
Or walk the streets again
I’m searching for you, my love

Where are you, my dear?
I long to see your face
Feel your hands in mine
Eat in a bowl together
Stroll like it’s our last
Whisper till its dawn
Wake up delightfully refreshed

I’ve walked the dusty roads
Some unpaved, others bumpy
Litters in our rivers overflow
I pulled at bushes, and flower beds
I’m searching for you
Please come; hold me in your arms
Tell me again, what you said.
I love to hear you tell me,
“I love you deeply, and forever.”

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

I Wait

2011-12-05T03:14:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

I wait to be held
In your arms
Hold me, cuddle me
Watch over and love
Intensity of your arms
Warmth of your touch
Caressing of your fingers

I wait to be hugged
Gently, soothingly, lovingly
I crave to be hugged
Love to be hugged
Sheltered in a loving arms
It's a a beautiful dream
I'll surely stay in forever

I wait for whisper
Soft, gentle whisper
Your breathe on my neck
Tender warm air on my ears
Fill with sweet soothing words
I'll wait to hear it more
As you inch closer to me
Reach the core of my heart
Come honey, whisper to me

I wait to gaze
Deeply in your eyes
Reflection of stars inside
Feel your heart pounding
And your love flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
Reaching for the skies.

I wait to be kissed
Softly; then earnestly
A kiss I so desired
Take me in your arms
On the wings of love,
That’ll linger forever
Enduring and so true
Just for me; me and you

I wait to be your bride
Your hands in mine
Secured, protected, loved
In your heart; eyes
Make a pledge you keep
I’ll honor you my darling,
Give you my fullest heart
With all that I am.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

I’m Quiet

2011-11-15T02:13:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

I’m quiet
And silent
Whisper softly
Tread gently
But deep inside
There’s a storm
So very near
Waiting and watching

I’m quiet
And hush
Mumble lightly
Walk in silence
But in my eyes
Unseen tears flow
Rolling down my cheeks
No longer can wait

I’m quiet
And wordless
Hurt deep inside
Wail in silence
Without a sound
The grinding agony
Throbbing of my heart
A quiet storm in my heart

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

"Don’t Ask"

2011-11-14T04:57:00.000-08:00

© Musue N. Haddad

You said “Don’t ask.”
When I asked
You said don’t see
When I opened my eyes
You said don’t touch
When I desired a touch

I’ll shut my mouth
At your request
But more questions
Deep within my heart
As it drips with tears
Aches in my heart

I’ll shut my mouth
But not just my mouth
And you know just that
My mind overflows all
Things that were said
And the predictions
Of what you'd do

I’ll keep my mouth shut
About you, about us
Just as you insisted
To do just as you insist
I’ll look the other way
Not to see; not to ask
Not to want to/a touch
Expect nothing less

(First drafted October 2011)

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Flip, Flop Life

2011-11-02T03:47:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Flip, flop, flip flop
That is just it
What is it?
One day it is up
Next day what happens?
It is all down

Who wants a Flip Flop life?
Instability, insecurity
It’s all a flux
For the soul
Collapses, crushes
Million broken pieces
Irrevocable; beyond repair

Do you like flip flop?
I do not; I don’t!
Not in this place
Never in the home
I abhor flip flops
Here, there, anywhere
It crushes, and sinks
The home and heart
Such irreparable damage!
What Flip, Flop life.
A Life of Instability

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Lost Dreams?

2011-09-12T05:10:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Where are the dreams
That came to us
Beautiful dreams unfulfilled
Are they lost in our dreams?
Or carried away by the wind
Dreams of beautiful times
We walked together
Hand in hand, side by side
Moving to the future
Where are the dreams that came to you?
They felt beautiful and alive
I waited to touch them
The warmth from its glow
Captivated my heart
And I waited, just for you
To fulfill those dreams
Will you let the dreams go?
And the memories wilt?
Or fly away with the wind?
Are the dreams broken, shattered?
All dead, and lost my dear?
I still hear and feel the dreams
But it feels like a dream.
Was this just a dream?
Do I say farewell to the dream?

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Fill My Heart

2011-09-11T03:59:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

What a laden heart
A heavy heart from dusk
To dawn
Heart truly occupied today
Filled with reflections, emotions
Teary silence, not a word
To speak of my thoughts
Dreams, hopes, emotions
So I take this time
To bring it all to him
My Lord, my Almighty God
I say to Him
Lord, look deep within me
You know my thoughts, feelings
Why the emotions, feelings
You’re the mighty healer
My guide, and my strength
Provider of strength
Remove the fears
And the silent tears
The weight from my heart
Replace the fears
And the warm tears
And the weakness
With your beautiful love
And strength from above
Send your joy and peace
To fill my grieving heart
You are one and great
Healer of my heart
My provider and guide
As I rise to face the day
No more fears, tears
But joy and peace
Weariness is gone
Replace with strength
Doubt taken over by faith
Your love overridden fear
Thank you for this day.

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

You're Special to Me

2011-07-26T14:19:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

From the moment you held me,
You've been in my dreams, thoughts
That's because you've captured my heart
I always wonder if you feel the same
So when you say I'm special
It makes me love you more
And to say to you, my dear
Capture me, and let me stay forever
In your arms and in your heart

Let me tell you a little secret
Do you know when you hold me
Or when I stand close to you
My heart beats faster and faster
It melts when you whisper to me
Sometimes I want to scream aloud
Shout you to the world, my dear
Write your name in the sky
Dance with you on the rainbow

Let me whisper to you, my dear
My every heart beat says I want you
Ask all the birds and they will tell you
That you are always on my mind
And sing of you every day, my dear
So come close; whisper to me
Let me feel your breathe
Hold me; tell me how you feel
Promise to be with me always
Because you're special to me

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

Jah's Response to Musue's "July 26th"

2011-07-26T03:23:00.000-07:00

By:Dennis Jah aka Gbakukenju

Boogie Boogie Boogie
I love to dance, I want to dance
But for what? Independence Day?
Independent from what?

From foreign rule? No we aren’t
I still see foreign troops keeping our peace
And foreign jafay keeping us alive
You no body unless you travel abroad

Political independence? Not really
We are still not free politically
Only one group can really be head
They still rob Peter to pay Paul

Economic independence? No way!
It is still smell no taste
Monkey works baboon draws
Everyone for himself, God for us

From kpablee to Nepuenklee,
From Trugbor to Tenebur
Broken faces, dried skins and empty bags
Burst trousers, patched pahpah and gyc
Aren’t really feeling independent

How can they celebrate Independence?
How can they shake it way, way down?
When deep down their deflated bellies
They feel dependent and economically in captivity

Happy July 26th!

2011-07-25T09:29:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Hip, hip, it’s July 26!
So I say to all of you,
White, blue collar workers
Farmers, layman, laborers
Our friends, families
And compatriots, I say
Happy Independence Day!
On this special day
Come together as one
Keep alive our dreams
Work as a great team
My people, your people
From Mount Wuteve
To the Putu Range
Along the coastal plains
Near mangroves and swamps
And deep in the rainforest
Come together as one
And let’s celebrate
Our day, the Liberian way
Salsa, drums beats, aloud
Kick our feet in the dust
Boogie the sun down
Shake it way, way down
Blow up firecrackers.
Light up the Liberian sky
It’s Independence Day.
Let the Lone Star fly high
We’re all one people

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad

This Child, Under the Clouds

2011-07-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

This child’s face sometimes black
White, yellow, chocolate brown
Sun’s ray always bright
In those eyes, dazzling bright
Everyday story of a little boy
True story of a boy once bright
Unfolding, but with fright
Boy whose birth was celebrated
Face once shone with joy, lighted
Now gravely dampened, clouded
Innocence like my child, and yours
Like every child, this little boy
Born with greatness; a genius
The truth we know
Way of living steals the geniuses
Smiling, pure angelic face
Like my own child, precious
And the child you adored
Then one day, devotion faded
Love slowly withered, cheerless
Mommy stopped listening
“Mommy, Daddy,” this child called
Again and again, over again
His own childlike voice came back
At four years, little child threw a fit
Kicked, screamed, called out louder
Still, Mommy and Daddy didn’t hear
Too busy, distant to their little boy
They cured little boy, not with hugs
Pressed down his tiny throat
Prescribed Anti Psychotic drugs
Volumes, infused in his body system
Now, he’s nine years old; controlled
Handsome, but eyes dull, dreary
Mind blank, bare and stultified
Creativity destroyed, glass-eyed
“Mommy, Mommy,” Daddy, Daddy”
Wordless cries ignored, always
Little boy sobbed as the drugs travels
Down his tiny throat, he wriggles
Slithered through his esophagus
In his stomach, twirled, rock around
Drugs soften; then slowly liquefied
Passed on into blood, circulates
Bubbles into brain, body system
Hear the pounding, crushing sounds
Demise of potentials, dreams shattered
And this innocent boy sits alive
Yet stone dead to this world
Pasty from anti psychotic drugs
One more innocent life crudely robbed
Now a drug-ladened rag doll
Powerful smashing of love in the vein
Tears of shattering dreams
The deep roots of absurd pains
And the trails of tears remain
In the skies of the universe
This child’s path marked by darkness
He lingered his days under the sky
This boy’s dream, another shattered!
And another love lost
Silent tears falling on my heart
For this child under the clouds

Author’s note: Special thanks to Mrs. Justy Blackwell-Satterthwaite, and Latrell Leonard for their listening ears during the composition of this poem.

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My Master

2011-06-09T09:39:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

My dear Master,
Authority of my life
My one loving master
You’re always by my side
As I walk, run, and stride
Or stop in awe at roadside
And then on a ride

My dear Master
You are the highest
Only authority in my life
Peace, joy in my life
And your grace upon me
Thank you my dear master
For you’re the Holiest

My dear Master
The lover of my soul
My provider and Banner
Here I stand for console
Wisdom and your strength
My fears, doubts, the loophole
The things I fear, you control

My dear Master
Keep my spirit, my mind anew
Protect my child; your arms enfolds
As he grows, his youth unfolds
Light his path always,
Kindle him with your faith,
Give him wisdom, your love always

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Exposed!

2011-05-30T10:03:00.000-07:00

© Musue N. Haddad

Hey you, you Monitors!
Vile mephistophelean Monitors.
Proudly engage in ghoulish activities
Months, days, years, oh yes
Clumsily diligent for too long
Or awkwardly, boldly deficient?
For what purpose?
With pride, you diligently throng
Devious actions, behaviors fervent
But I tell you,
Yesterday marked your end,
You’re permanently exposed!
Your vulnerability and termination
Malveillant works, hosts, deposed
So are your âmedamnées, and cronies
Deceptive, imposing, inferior
Destructive, baleful activities
Your mystery, cycle and mechanism
Projections and soullish desires
Shattered, ended, finished, kapoot!
By the Utmost, Superior authority
We revoke and negate your works
You're stripped of influence, power
Desensitized, permanently disorganized
All malicious weapons destroyed
And reversal of your works, activities
Restoration and restitution are ours
We’re free, oh yes
Flawlessly released from you, yours
Spotless, empowered, radiating
Delightful peace, blissfully breezing
In every dimensions of our lives

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