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The Tree that set me Free for the Tree of Captivity Child Punk Rock and Poetry Sixteen Smiles

The Tree that set me Free                                        

from the Tree of Captivity                                       

there was a tree that grew
in the land of
crystal magic morning mist
and neon mountain dew


with frogs that sing
a wonderous song
"we love ya man,
Here is where you belong"


it's roots grew strong
in the bank
of the lake
of milk and money


it's fruit is bright
and glows with light
"peace to all" says the tree
"come and eat of me"


the birds whistle ehchantingly            
        obey your thirst
ain't nothin' but the real thing
baby


the fruit is sweet
a thrill to eat
you'll be so high
you'll believe you can fly


if you bite too deep
you'll find the pit
you'll break your teeth
but live with it


survival of the fittest
friend
the strong survive
the weak must end


close your eyes
and turn around
another tree
a purer sound


on its leaves
live Sunday smiles
helping hands
and extra miles

it's branches hold birds
that work so hard all day
these are the birds
that surely know the way


the voice of the tree resounds
"come one, come all
we must save the world
from Adam's fall


there's dying souls
for us to tell
of the love of God
and the flames of Hell"

the joyful squirrels
who no longer sin
know exactly which tree
they belong in


they've given all
they had to give
they climbed the tree
so they can live


the fruit of this tree
is wholesome and true
come eat of it,
it's good for you


but remember, if you bite too deep
you'll find the pit
you'll break your teeth
but live with it


it's righteousness
brother
the good will live
the bad must suffer


but what is this
it cannot be!
you've broken a tooth
on the Righteous tree

you look to find
the other tree
the tree of sin
might set you free


you look around
and you can hear
that tree of old is
somewhere near


then you see
the two are the Same!
the Tree of Knowledge
of fun and shame


There grew a tree
in the Land of the Son
of forever love
for everyone


and from this tree
the land is blessed
with joy and peace
and perfect rest


the branches of the tree
are consumed with a fire
a breeze blows
and fulfills all desire


the voice of the tree
is gentle and strong
"come my children
come unto me


the fruit of my tree
was created for you
it's simple and tender
and good through and through


if you bite deep enough
you'll find that it's real
your broken teeth
you'll find have healed


it's love without reason
my dear little ones
love that brings life
to all daughters and sons"


-Tanya Randle-

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Child

A Smile, on the face of a child

Wonderful wetness of raindrops

kissing my face

The child splashes in a mud puddle

giggle

Tilt back my head

peace

wash away my cares

Free

So free

by myself,

but not alone

I am

Splash

Raindrops, like tears

fall on the street

Sad but not unhappy

My heart knows joy

I am here

only because I want to be

The child smiles

-Tanya Randle-

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Sixteen Smiles

sixteen raindrops
and sixteen smiles
wink
sixteen times
fall sixteen miles


daddy


catch the little girl
who so naively let her
heart
slip
into
hands
not yet ready to hold


this is an owie
you can't kiss away


this isn't the monster
that lives under the bed


if you rock her to sleep
daddy
do you teach her to hide


sixteen rainbows
and sixteen tears
dream
sixteen thoughts
for sixteen years


-Tanya Randle-


Punk Rock and Poetry

Inspiration in a poem
words that reach to illustrate
but can never quite illuminate
the truth that is


one shot of espresso
kool kat one eye closed
fingers snap snapping applause
spinning rhymes at midnight
among friends that disappear in the dark


your words fall smoothly off of
that phat baseline
straight from your heart
will they be heard
over torn jeans
long hip hippie hair
and electric guitars?


your smile is your poem
as you feel the music flow flowing through your fingers
faster faster


SCREAM your inspiration
you walk straight edge
Punk rock and Poetry


-Tanya Randle-


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