Friday, February 24, 2023

The farmer

 The Farmer © Donna Rae Lands

 

The farmer dude is told to quit growing food…

What will they say when starvation is on its way?

They are dumping all the milk…

And we are being led by the slayer's guilt…

The farmer does not want to harm her…

Watch out for the culling of our karma…

We are the target…

They can’t bring their goods to market…

The farmers are told to quit producing…

Killing people is all about reducing…

The culling has begun…

In the shining sun, the elite will have us on the run…

Many will die and all the people will scream and cry…

They have all the body bags…

And they’ll have us living in rags…

Kill the cows and all the meat…

It’s their war, their war of defeat…

The truth shall never be known…

For all the dying slaves are trapped in their homes…

They lie and deny our faces…

Whilst living in their fear ridden places…

They listen to all the White Hats…

The elite protect all their aristocrats…

The farmer is told that growing food is no longer for the old…

This world of evil is not ours…

They closed the schools, restaurants and bars…

Depopulation is all for the best…

And the government said, “Fuck all the rest!”

Amen.

 

The Olive tree

 The Olive Tree © Donna Rae Lands

 

Pray for thee…

Pray for me…

And you will find the Olive tree…

Take the ladder and the staircase mounts…

Think over with a clover in your mind…

Whatever you do, don’t be left behind…

Run up and down between the points…

A warrior’s bravery is what counts…

The world may think of you as a fool…

Think over with a clover in your mind…

Believe what is true not in their evil blue…

Whatever you do, don’t be left behind…

Ladders can lead up and down and all around

Hidden to confuse in the place of the kitchen space…

Hear the rabbit with the hollow sound…

Rest while you may…

Question with dismay…

Don’t shoot arrows in the brave…

Never be the evil hero for their grave…

Stand tall for one and all…

Pray for thee…

Pray for me

And you will find the Olive tree…

 

Sunrise

 Sunrise © Donna Rae Lands

 

The sunrise of the morning started the day you were born…

Pay to play was always your gaze to never phase…

All the seeds of hope…

 

Were planted for the day of your life climbing rope…

Sometimes you were ripped, tripped and torn…

The sunrise of the morn…

 

Yeses and blessings were your ways to cope…

Started the day of your play…

All the plants of hope…

 

Blue skies and loving rides lift you up…

Life is hard even for buttercups…

The sunrise of the morning started the day you were born…

 

Try as you might with all your fight…

Rise and thrive in the morning light…

Smiling upon you are the rivers of hope…

 

Life is not a hoax nor is it a joke…

Smile everyday and in every way…

Change will always come to be-especially for you and me…

The sunrise of the morning started the day you were born…

 

The keeper of the stone

 The Keeper of the stone © Donna Rae Lands

 

The keeper of the stone is for his eternal unknown…

Their songs gone wrong have thrown us into their loneliness throngs…

To be honestly fair…you must wake up from their nightmare…

All the experts work for them, erasing history for their jinn…

 

The keeper of the stone was always hidden and never shown…

He is the protector of the Holy Scepter…

Fools and goats thrashed all the innocent throats…

Rob and sobbed over the blackened hob-nob…

 

The keeper of the stone is not found on the sandy throne…

Hurricanes walk and talk in circles round and round…

Their lying salaam was always their hidden bombs…

Locusts on their mission are all about their submission…

 

The keeper of the stone guards the way to your heavenly home…

You’ll see happy angels singing his gospel song…

He sends his Spirit free and pure of any wrong…

No more turmoil or bed sheets of evil soil…

 

The keeper of the stone is eternal love-forever grown…

He does not hide his face…

He loves you through his grace…

Prepare for the scare of their killing place…

Amen!

 

 

 


Street angel and house devil

 Street Angel and House Devil © Donna Rae Lands February 7th 2022

 

Street Angel and house devil is always the crashing and dashing rebel.

You haven’t died and seen the other side.

It is paradise for the sake of our souls.

Bring us the dawn of the dawns that make us whole.

 

Street angel is the dancing and prancing house devil.

We have seen the truth that sets us free.

We have climbed the fruited tree.

You haven’t died and seen the other side.

 

Street angel is the stranger danger house devil.

Can we open the doors of heaven’s gate?

Love gives us the power to overcome hate.

Bring us the dawn of the dawns that make us whole.

 

Street angel is always the house devil of destructive rebel.

God’s light is to make it right in our hearts.

He never fails us or tears us apart.

It is paradise for the sake of our souls.

 

Street Angel and silent house devil is always the quiet rebel.

Signs of the times are lifting us up.

We do indeed claim our victor’s cup.

You haven’t died and seen the other side.

 

Street angel and charming house devil is the sinking rebel.

Jesus is holding us in his arms.

He is protecting us from worldly harms.

Bring us the dawn of the dawns that make us whole.

 

Street angel and cheating house devil is a lying rebel.

We are changing and living our best.

Surely we will find the mountains crest of our loving jest.

It is paradise for the sake of our souls.

 

Sunshine

 Sunshine-What a Beautiful Day © Donna Rae Lands

 

Oh my! What a beautiful day.

Truly, sunshine’s coming our way.

If you need a friend, I’ll be there till the end.

 

Lift me up to majestic mountaintops.

Grant to us peace with faith that never stops.

Oh my! What a beautiful day.

 

Sunshine rays rain down in all its misses.

Happiness encircling our enduring kisses. 

If you need a friend, I’ll be there till the end.

 

Treasures wrapped together in a tether.

Embrace us kindly in every way.

Oh my! What a beautiful day.

 

Even in the cold, you hold my soul.

Upwards to heaven we do ascend.

If you need a friend, I’ll be there till the end.

 

History is our love that we can’t comprehend.

Oh my! What a beautiful day.

Sunshine’s coming our way.

If you need a friend, I’ll be there till the end.

 

 

The purple horse

 The Purple Horse © Donna Rae Lands 02-02-2020

 

Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course

Most walked away from his purple horse…

His steeple was replaced with the cloud of Babel…

Many followed the angry lawmen of measured gavel…

Their 7th century tales of failures were told by men of old…

Springtime lakes for Lands sake came and went…

Debts piled high down to the abyss of the opposite sky…

Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course

Most walked away from his purple horse…

Nobody cares anymore about their destinies in store…

Many were led by the liars of the friars’ creed.

Innocence molested with their evil seed…

They all pretended to not see…

What came about from the fruit of the olive tree?

Their satan clawed his way into their hearts…

Secrets were the perfume of their trans-Atlantic farts…

Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course

Most walked away from his purple horse…

The glory of one is no longer found…

They would rather deride their demons merry-go-round…

Her tears fell upon her cheek of meek…

Praying with all her seven spirits might…

That they should find forgiveness in his sight…

He always said the truth is in his word…

Never lied to his blessed birds and sheepish herds…

Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course

Most walked away from his purple horse…

Demons of their souls were always under their hellish control…

Blind people never knew satan’s game of sordid blue…

No modern prophets were noticed or even seen …

For those inbred minds were not very keen…

They sought and fought for their treasures of pleasures…

They would rather lie to your face…

Imprison you into your place…

They were dead to his truth…

They ate up evil as their manna proof…

Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course

Most walked away from his purple horse…

 

Spirit above

 Spirit above ©Donna Rae Lands 01/11/2020

 

Spirit of love sent from above…

Believe, live and behold…

Pure as the winter driven snow…

Doth the heavens seek the deacon’s soul.

 

That which we know shows that we care…

Tis love of his gifts that we must bare…

Spirit of love sent from above…

Believe, live and behold…

 

Infinity to never grow old…

Gospel song-chorus tune…

Springtime ordained before the month of June…

Doth eternal find the deacon’s soul.

 

Traveling the ocean blue, twas the seaman’s pride…

The waves overflow from the porters’ side…

Spirit of love sought from above…

Believe, live and behold…

 

God wills the golden seals…

Guarded visions-forgotten missions…

Doth the crown lighten the deacon’s load…

Strong as the winter driven snow…

 

Taken, shaken-Angel babies forsaken…

Red Rose bud-fully in bloom…

Doth the heaven awaken too soon…

Spirit of love sent from above…

 

 

Songs of Van

 Songs of Van © Donna Rae Lands

 Songs of Van bring peace to the little man…

His angel mama can only see him from heaven…

So sad for the little lad that hasn’t reached the age of seven…

He signs his name without cries of fame and shame…

And for his orphan heart, there is only love for his child driven art…

Songs of Van bring peace to the little man….

All were saddened by his broken orphan heart….

His angel mama can only see him from heaven….

Wrapped in our Lord’s breath of leaven…

Songs of Van bring peace to the little man…

He laughs and smiles from his innocent soul….

One day the truth will console what his step Daddy stole…

Never will the son be the forgotten seed of thee…

For he knew she would never wake up from her stranglehold of choke…

Only his baby tears wrapped his fears in his baby blanket of cope…

Songs of Van bring peace to the little man…

She loved his kisses and hugs…

He loved her soup of chili mugs…

So sad for the lad that hasn’t reached the age of seven…

His angel mama can only see him from heaven…

Crazy Love from above holds him ever so tight…

It’s what gets him through the day and night…

Songs of Van bring peace to the little man…

 

Silence

 Silence © Donna Rae Lands (05-17-2022)

 

Silence in the stillness of the air.

Peace brought upon for the ones that care.

Do you hear what I have to say, if you dare.

 

Whispers in your hallways, sings the chorus song.

Close your eyes and feel the tune all along.

Silence in the stillness of the air.

 

All the words of anger close the heart.

Rips up the soul and tears it apart.

Do you hear what I have to say, if you dare.

 

We set the path and chose the clearer view.

It was measured for the pleasure of chasing peer review.

Silence in the stillness of the air.

 

What is true when one is so blind to golden words?

Open thy ears to see what is heard.

Do you hear what I have to say, if you dare.

 

Outward beauty of golden chains is what remains.

Was it worth it to seek your fame because you were ashamed?

Silence in the stillness of the air.

Do you hear what I have to say, if you dare.

 

Shh

 Shh © Donna Rae Lands

 

Shh, let us forgive with all our love…

Let our peace shine from above…

Let us eschew from crimes at night…fight for our rights in the glimmering daylight…

Shh, Memories of recall… for the broken baby-dolls…

Fallen, taken and shaken on the ground…

The greatest white pine snapping and dying all around…

No squirrels around to make squeaks or grungy sounds…

Shh, driving through the rocks near Evergreen Park…

Thinking about what is stark and ever so dark…

The misty fog is seeping through…

Windmills encircle songs of love ever so new…

Shh, the quiet rivers flow and ebb…

Twists around the bends as currents do…

Pieced together like the spinners web…

The shimmering grey clouds and shapes surely grew…

Shh, we all strive and tinder for the better deal…

The acres of boulders sat ever so still…

Switchbacks of Alpha and Omega sold by the evil Pope…

Passing over the bridges of never-ending hope…

Shh, watch for the yields, sores and detours…

Horizons of sunsets gave up the purple crown…

Empires stolen and severed forever more…

Look, see and hear the ocean tides abound…

Shh, tell them how to be…

Watch out for the bugles of company C-they are coming to enslave thee…

Laws and wars made, traded and broken…

Enchanting the aqua diamond is the sacred love token…

Shh, let us forgive with all our love…

Let our peace shine from above…

Let us eschew from crimes at night…fight for our rights in the glimmering daylight…

 

Smiling down from heaven

 




I wrote the above and scanned it on my old computer. The above story has traveled from computer to computer. I cannot fix the errs from the original story.  My brother Terry Joel (on the right) grew up to have afro hair like my mother. 



Wednesday, February 22, 2023

She

 She © Donna Rae Lands

 She’s the maiden of fear it…

Guided by God’s glory Spirit…

She flew on her eagle wings for free for you and me…

 

He saved her from the sounds of dire gunfire rounds…

He reached through the vestiges of lightning time…

She’s the maiden of fear it…

 

She went as deep as can be…

She was saved through prayers of believing in thee…

She flew on her eagle wings for free for you and me…

 

She’s America the great for land’s sakes…

Liberty and love is all she creates…

She’s the maiden of fear it…

 

Nothing for her is ever rough…

She’s made of golden steel and platinum stuff…

She flew on her eagle wings for free for you and me…

 

Her hopes and dreams usually come true…

She always makes her calming charity shine through…

She’s the maiden of fear it…

 

America is her name of fame…

Her bells of Liberty are always the same…

She flew on her eagle wings for free for you and me…

She’s the maiden of fear guided-always by God’s loving Spirit!

Amen!

Shadow walker

 Shadow-Walker © Donna Rae Lands 2014

 

Shadow mom thrown into an ocean of tears

The vortex of pain swirls all around

Protection of love became the shield of hate in the shadow child’s heart

Their tricky evil eyes revealed what was inside

The journey began with the first tears towards the sea

When your loving eyes gazed upon me

My tears of love whisked down upon my cheek

watering your soul and to keep you strong

Never to be lost in a love gone so wrong

The love stolen by the monsters of the sea

They had their plan and this destiny

Their game of destruction insured our broken hearts

Our love was thrown away upon the shores

Slamming the boulders as it was torn apart

My tears still hidden in your soul became replaced with the shield of hate

I became your shadow mom and it became my fate  

 

Keep Rolling

 Keep rolling © Donna Rae Lands

 Keep rolling and bowling all along…

Singing glamorous songs of hope to keep us going strong…

Move forth towards the secret source…

The lion roars on the rivers of his mighty course…

He shows us his strength to never be wrong…

Keep rolling and bowling all along…

Never ride the dark train…

Never sell your soul that drives you insane…

Move forth towards the secret source…

The lion roars on the rivers of his mighty course…

Don’t be wrong singing the glamorous song…

Keep rolling and bowling all along…

Life is too short to treat it as a crafty sport…

Never fall for the crawl of the people’s call…

Give where you can and be a strong healing man…

Share your soul to console…

And never let burdens take their toll…

Believe in yourself…

Never let kindness lay on the shelf…

Keep rolling and bowling all along…

Singing glamorous songs of hope to keep us going strong…

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