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Saturday, 23 November 2013
I Am The Last Leaf
I Am The Last Leaf

All those I loved are gone now,
I watched them fall one by one.

I cried as each flew away, far down
heard their shouts call to me, 'come!'

All of us born budding blossoms,
A few were older, it's true.

Our green was fine and strong then,
The colors in time changed hue.

But our lives were fun while they lasted.
We flourished under sunshine above.

We danced in spring breezes laughing,
we drank up the rain like love!

We basked under insect-feet dancing,
listened to bird whisper songs.

We curled and glimmered and wondered,
when fire-flies blinked the night long.

I don't want to stop so I hold on...
tight to all I have known.

But I know that soon I'll surrender,
let go, join the others, go home..............

(hulitoons 11/23/13)

Posted by hulitoons at 6:35 PM EST
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Thursday, 21 November 2013
Black door nob
It's nap-time now
-----and my mommy makes me go
into my bedroom cleaned
-----so whitely-washed it glows.

As long as she is there with me
-----I'm ever safe from him
but when she leaves, I know she will,
-----kiss my cheek and then...

I lay and look around the room
-----afraid to fall asleep
and so I hold my eyes so wide
-----I'm sure that they will keep

the voice away, so far from me
-----and I'll remain awake
until my mom comes back for me
-----in time to keep me safe.

The room so white and crispy clean
-----no colors but the white
except the door my mommy's closed
-----that holds the thing of fright.

The door knob shines, he's polished clean
-----and glares against the white
crystal black and from within
-----the voice speaks, whispers quiet,

"Now little girl fall asleep and when you do
-----I'll grab you sure and then,
when 'Mom' comes back you will be gone,
-----trapped so tight within...

"my shiny cell, lost with me
-----you'll view your room from here...
from out my shiny prison wall
-----you'll see your Mommy there.

"And while you scream to let you out,
-----to save you from 'in' me,
Mommy's ears won't hear a sound,
-----she'll look but never see.

"you will be locked forever deep,
-----forever in my knob
you can scream and pound and shout
-----no one will hear your sobs."
(hulitoons 11/21/13)

Posted by hulitoons at 6:16 PM EST
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Wednesday, 20 November 2013
MonsterWaves (lighthouse)
Now Playing: MonsterWaves (lighthouse)
There are raging monsters in sea
that reach long fingers out to me.

I hear them roar and gnash their teeth
to climb the twisted stairs beneath.

They crash and pace in anger sore
against the tiny bolder shore,

the only place I make a stand
with swords of laser-lighted strands

that sweep out across the waves
to show the twisted water knaves

in all their demon-anger glory!
In light they cannot hide their story!


Posted by hulitoons at 11:20 AM EST
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Saturday, 9 November 2013
Now Playing: BirthDay
You Do realize, I hope,
that every day is your 'birthday';

every day is a new one,
and each new sun does say,

"Be yet again my little ones,
start out ALL brand new...

"This is your day of new birth
and I give it all to you!"


Posted by hulitoons at 6:22 PM EST
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Friday, 8 November 2013
Now Playing: Knock

I hear a knock upon my door,
I stand to open, cross the floor.

Why would someone call on me?
I never visit, never leave

the safety of my peaceful walls,
my universe one away from all

the rest where I can sweetly sleep
unfettered, quiet hold my keep.

But someone seems to need a voice
I really have no other choice...

So turn the knob I do, then peek
beyond the door and hear a forlorn figure speak.

"I'm lost, so lost can you help me?
I don't know where I am; can't see!"

I see the tears have streaked the face,
sob-scalded eyes have ruined the grace

that must have been there once before,
but long before she'd reached my door.

"Come in," I say and move aside
then pull the door to open wide.

I have no clue what I can do
perhaps in time we'll find a clue.

"What is your name?" I ask as we
find chairs to sit, knee to knee.

She gives a name that's just like mine,
we laugh and share the same 'voice' chime.

That too is odd to both of us;
we laugh again and then we 'huff'...

The 'huff' as well we both do share
then both reach up to press our hair

behind an ear to better see
the me as her and she as me.....

I shook my head and stood up straight
Perhaps it's me and she's the fake?

Is it dream's reality that's shaking me,
"Wake Up you fool and flee just flee!....

"Your walls not safe, you think they are;
they are not peace but full of bars

that hold you in and tightly bound
without the sun no truth is found.

"Throw back the shades and step outside
Step out and dance and take a ride..!"

Myself is shouting "This is me!....
No one can stop me now, I'm FREE!"

I found the sun, I found the rain,
realized my walls held only pain

that I'd accepted as a truth,
but now the sky my beauty roof!

I hold no door, the ground my floor,
Alone not me, no longer poor.


Posted by hulitoons at 8:44 PM EST
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Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Cries of life
Now Playing: Cries of life
In front of me screaming anger flames,
to the right horrendous pain bleeds;

To the left hideous neglect cries,
under me stands torturous creeds;

Above me flies death and slaughter,
their swords of protests tear at my heart,

while climbing thorn vines wrap me fast
taking delight while they rip me apart.

There is no escape from all of the needs,
no escape from the cries all around.

The unresting symphony knows not time
and its decibels searingly loud.

No one person can cut through clouds
of all life's bitter fruit rain.

The best you can do is press forward through
and fix what you can on your train.   (hulitoons)

Posted by hulitoons at 6:34 PM EST
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Now Playing: Doors

I don't remember the first door

I opened, or why I even did,

but now I pace a new floor,
a room with other kids.

Like me we gather in this room,
this space we all do share,

staring at another door
that leads we don't know where.

When one of us approaches
they take the knob and turn...

they pass right through, close it up,
and never again return.

The rest of us we move around
and talk about the doors,

the first door then the other
mysterious to the core.

We understand the first door
presents another of our kind.

We understand the second door
leaves all the rest behind.

We ask the question, all us do:
One door magic, the other not?

both would seem to hold a truth
that all of us forgot.

If the first door is a miracle
the second must be too....

we don't recall the first one
the second we must walk through.

Maybe there's more beyond our room
on the other side of that....

and if there is.............
no wonder we don't come back!



Posted by hulitoons at 1:13 PM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 6 November 2013 1:16 PM EST
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Tuesday, 5 November 2013
If I was a 'god'
Now Playing: If I was a 'god'
If a 'god' I was
I'd confess my love

then tell my story,
fade from your glory:
I'm a terrible 'god'.
I own no rod.

I rarely sleep,
but I certainly weep,

from all your questions,
all your suggestions,

that nothing can fix
and no one can miss.

My brain's full of smog,
my memory just fog.

I am tired and weak
please let me sleep....
     I am tired and weak
     please let me sleep.....
I made all you need
and you are my seed.

Reach for the sun,
let rain over you run.

You'll find your way
given time, don't stray.

Answers to share
are everywhere.

Open your eyes,
reach for the sky.

Stretch out you ears
and you will hear

all the songs I wrote,
you'll know every note.

It's your world now
I taught you how.....

but I'm tired now, weak
please let me sleep.....    
     I am tired and weak
     please let me sleep.   (hulitoons)

Posted by hulitoons at 9:59 PM EST
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Now Playing: fences
Fences are designed
for all to climb.

They're senseless walls
that lock and bind.

They hold back the air,
They block out the sun.

They're blockade barriers
that hold back the run

for freedom of sight
and freedom to cry

what can really be seen
beyond the sky.

So no, I hold
no religious cue

I don't like fences
that block the view.

Posted by hulitoons at 1:11 PM EST
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Monday, 28 October 2013
Not My Fault
Now Playing: Not My Fault

I have NO opinion,
I'm sticking to it

Have nothing to say
not going to pick.

Whatever's happening
is not my fault.

Not sticking my nose
into all that salt.

Not lifting a finger
left or right;

It's up to all others
it's NOT my fight.


Oh help I've fallen
I can't get up

I need assistance
I've gotten a cut

Where'd everyone go?
here I lay

Alone all alone
help me I pray?


They have NO opinion,
They're sticking to it.

They've nothing to say
not going to pick.

Whatever's happening
is not their fault.

Not sticking their nose
into all my salt.

Not lifting a finger
left or right.

It's up to me
to get up and fight.

No matter I've fallen
and can't get up

They give no assistance
no matter the cut.


I ran when they screamed
though I knew where they lay

All alone, all alone

when I ran far away.


Posted by hulitoons at 12:42 PM EDT
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