JUSTICE POETRY PORTFOLIO - "EVOLUTION" (American English)
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Published for the MARTYR Poetry Compendium, Volume #3
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The breeze gently blowing in the
mid-May flowers.
The sun lovingly warming up the
mid-morning sky.
The baby birds softly chirping to
their mother for nourishment.
And the children of the house quietly
making their way down the stairs hoping not
to wake the slumbering object of their early
morning efforts.

Giggling they overflow the Cheerios letting
the milk reach the end of the table.
Burning and charring the toast, the older
scold the young.
Finally making their way to their destination
with Fluffy and Rover in tow.
They, their clothes decorated with their labors
each with grins from ear to ear receive a big bear
hug from mommy dear.

"THE LASTING EFFECT OF MOMMY'S DAY" 
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Wednesday May 17th, 1995

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A ship gliding through an ocean of clouds. The "water",
sometimes white, black, or gray. The large void divides and
suddenly your voyage turns into the flight of a bird.

Massive oceans, lakes, and rivers. Sometimes blue, often
not, a two-dimensional object no depth to be seen.

Stone, brick, aluminum, and wood structures seemingly
majestic reduced to little toy figurines. More like the ones
seen on a model train set.

Billion dollar intercontinental highways turned into
thin lines of cement. What were probably massive forests seen
as interesting shapes of green and brown. Shapes, patterns,
lines, and just plain blobs put things in perspective.

Geographical, racial, religious or even linguistic
boundaries are not of importance.

We as a people flying overhead, see the world as it
indeed should be seen. Not as a money maker but as a system
of lakes and valleys, that "God" or "scientific wonder" has
created. To sustain us, not for us to "use".

"THE FLIGHT BEING CHASED BY THE SUN"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Tuesday August 1st, 1995

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I'm hurting rules the world with heartbreak and disaster.
The war, disease, and famine reaching to every color and
creed; plaguing the young and old. The innocent and the
guilty.

I'm sorry's rule the world with hypocrisy and grace. The
sorry never quite fixing the wrong. Country to country,
friend to friend, husband to wife. Sorry's go round in a
never ending circle, the cracks never quite mending.

I'm trying rules the world with strength and endurance. Few
reaching their deepest potential. Never quite fulfilling
their not so unattainable dreams.

"I'M SORRY"
Composed by justice / MARTYR in October 1995

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We sit, each silently wishing the others would leave.
The stress of the week has disappeared with the appearance of
we. Thoughts speed through my mind as I smile and nod at
whatever small talk he comes up with. Will it be better then
last time? Of course it will, it always is. Will I be able to
stop us before it's too late? Who really cares?

He finally with a mischievous smile takes me in his arms,
whispering words of indescribable hunger, for the next few
hours our body's are one, no I, no you, just we.

"WE"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Saturday January 20th, 1996

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The world floats farther and farther away 
Drowning 
Even he doesn't exist anymore
Pleasure
I'm dreaming
Good
The world is calling me back
Don't
I don't want it to end
Never
Thank you
Amazing
Forever in ecstasy

"ECSTASY"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Monday January 29th, 1996

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A housewife longing for affection.
A student exploring a vast new world.
A professor living a secret. sensual double life.

Who is she? They whisper
Who is she? They beg.

Blackbird, my friend. The questions still come.
My identity you've hidden, with your help my imagination, my
poetry, my soul, my life has stayed safe.

So time will pass and you will still ask, and so it will
unfold I am....

"WHO AM I?"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Wednesday January 31st, 1996

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We encounter the opponent, do they look better?  Their
coordinated outfits don't fool us. Nobody gets points for
their fashion know how, we'll beat them no questions asked.

The first stage of competition starts us off. The coin
flies through the air.  They won.  So, that could be a good
thing.  I think as I slowly and conscientiously place my
first rock in front of the hack.  O-k this is my chance to
throw the other team off with my wonderfully, graceful and
accurate shot.  The mistakes of last weeks game are far
behind me as I perfectly align my body to my skips broom. 
Remember, her last minute instructions, lots of weight.  We
need this win.  I push out as hard as I could putting in the
automatic turn.

I now watch helplessly as my rock slides down the ice. 
Will it turn the right way?  Does it have enough weight? 
After what seems an hour but in reality only seconds it
gracefully glides to a stop right in front of the house.  Yes
it will be a good game I say to myself as everyone on my team
turns to me and smiles.

"CURLING"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Monday February 5th, 1996

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new foods                                   
new experiences
new horizons

As the world spins uncontrollably to the brink of disaster,
My heart flutters on the verge of total immersion in the
transfiguration of the hue of your beautiful blues.

new love
new lives
new values

As the world spins across the universe, traveling through
time. My heart beats in time with your cardiac organ, never
missing a pulsation

new hope
new dreams
new happiness

The wonders I feel when I'm alone yet surrounded by you never cease,
the fabric of our love threads intertwiningly without a single crease,
and simplicity rests our future expectations at ease.

new times
new joy
new passion

plenitude of pleasure that so fruitfully encompasses the former silence,
sweetness of heart that satisfies me to no end in positive decadence,
a lost traveler in the amazonas love jungle so dense,

purple, pink, red, black, blue...
nouveau...
new

"TALE OF TWO SEXES"
Composed by justice / MARTYR and Blackbird / MARTYR on July 3-8,13,29 1996

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your eyes are my eyes though we have yet to see each other
your ears are my ears though mine have yet to hear "I LOVE YOU"
your smile is my smile yet we have never made each other laugh
my identity comes from you yet your identity remains the mystery

"A RELATIVE MYSTERY"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Saturday July 20th, 1996

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My hand used to glide effortlessly over the pen, the hand
stirring feelings within the donor and the patient.

My soul used to give away its secrets with each and every
stroke, signs of appreciation, a gift sent from heaven.

My mind aches for the education only one thing can give. The
newness of every work of art brought my intellect to a new
wave of consciousness.

My existence is not a reality without its companionship. My
soul, mind and body are a sinking ship without a captain or a
crew. The love its gifts gave to me were immeasurable and the
love I yearn to give back to you is irreplaceable.

"DUAL DESTINIES"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Monday November 4th, 1996

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It happened one year ago today.
You held me so sweet,
I whispered words of forever,
You seared into my soul with eyes of everlasting love,
I gave quiet thanks, joy of the long awaiting,
Our hearts beat as to say yes.

It happened one year ago today.
You kissed me with hesitant, yearning lips,
I let myself drown in the enticing spirit of the unknown,
You held me close as time stood still yet flew by,
I held tight, fearing to let go,
Our hearts demanded the inevitable.

It happened one year ago today.
You placed yourself above me, your eyes never leaving mine,
I looked back with eyes willing in nature yet anxious in practice,
You hesitate ever-slightly, looking into my eyes with kindness and love,
I smiled hesitantly, a silent wish of gentleness,
Our hearts melted into a bonded trust.

It happened one year ago today.
You found your destination with careful skill,
I shut my eyes, preparing for what never came,
You silenced my fears and took me as your own,
I soared as my essence came to begin anew,
Our hearts entwined as one.

"IT HAPPENED ONE YEAR AGO TODAY"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Sunday March 1st, 1997

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The child cries out in her sleep but I have no way to comfort her.
She wishes to leave her prison he's destined for her
but I lost the keys along with my youth, long ago
She wants to play as the other children do
but she has long since forgotten how and I never knew.
She prays to a God who promises her a salvation she knows she'll never see,
I live to bring the salvation I now enjoy to the one who needs it most of all.

"THE CHILD CRIES"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on Monday March 10th, 1997

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Why is it so hard to listen?
Your children were not wrenched from your arms.
Your womb was not made barren.
Your wedding picture still hangs in the hall,
a testimony to your happiness.
while six million burned.

Why is it so unimportant?
Your sacrifices were not so bad.
Your missed trip to Canada,
what a shame.
while six million burned.

Did your Christian heart ever mourn?
Did the lost and suffering Jews of Europe
ever enter the daily prayers 
of that prestigious convent?

Did you breathe a sigh of relief?
Phew! It's only happening to them.

Did you ever fear your Mediterranean skin
would not match Hitler's vision?

Who would be left to cry over your burnt corpse?
The "Christ Killers" can't cry.
For their tears were stolen.
while you were dancing.
while six million burned. 

"while SIX MILLION burned"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on May 1st, 1997

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Hauntings from the past revisit in my dreams.
I hold on to his warm, safe body for comfort.
His voice never questioning, just caring.
His love protects me from all evil past, present, and
future.

Gentle words bring my mind back to his safe place.
My body comforts to his as our tender, "I love you", kisses
escalate to hungry,
                    "I need you" foreplay.
Every time my tongue touches his body, every time a moan
escapes his lips,
   "Thank you's" are echoed from his subconscious to mine.

Hot water cleanses my soul as well as my body.
I reencounter his presence with renewed compassion and love.
My wet and naked body brings him near.
His tongue sends ripples of pleasure from my breasts
outwards and back again.
My body rejoices in its first only breast orgasm.
My irregular heartbeat echoes the pleasure received for
hours to come.

His hands naturally wander to my clit as evidence of my
approval moisten his fingertips.
As they and periodically his tongue do their thing my
screams of enjoyment become louder and faster in each
passing orgasm.
My reality is pleasure.
My body and his become one giving him the same height in
ecstasy I just received.
We are left to collapse into each other,
Exhausted and in heaven.

"TENDERNESS, LOVE, AND SEX"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on July 13th, 1996

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Something is missing, yet I have everything I will ever need.
The world is all anew, though I've been living for what seems like forever.

I heard that simple word, yes.
I felt his strong arms around me tighten.
I saw my world change in the instant.

I woke with a smile upon my face.
I live with my heart beating for us.
I believe in the one eternal flower of our love.

"NEW"
Composed by justice / MARTYR on March 2nd, 1996

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