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Disclaimer;

Almost all of the pictures and artworks appearing on the individual blog posts are random pictures I found while doing image searches on the internet. I do not own most of the pictures or art appearing on the posts, nor do I claim to have done them. No infringement is intended. The videos posted can be found on Youtube usually. The Written works are mine unless otherwise stated. I created this blog to show case them alone, apart from my other work, blogs, and writings... and have done so under my pen name. Also this blog site contains adult oriented material that is not suitable for most children and probably not suitable for work. furthermore this site contains some pornographic images and text.

Friday, November 30, 2012

~WHAT EVERY CHILD SOLDIER KNOWS~ a poem by L.C. Bellami

                                               ~WHAT EVERY CHILD SOLDIER KNOWS~

When hell is all you ever known,
when war has torn you to the bone,
when your tired and give out,
and find yourself subject to doubt!
Then you'll welcome death to come in,
he'll seem like an old and faithful friend!
The devil everywhere you look,
no one to let you off the hook!

When every word in every book,
has run the course that silence took,
now your back right at the start,
still no peace, so dies your heart.

Every child soldier knows,
there's no escape from what we stole!
Generations come and go,
searching for a peace they'll never know.

So they'll look unto the end
for Lord Death, their only friend!

Where is love and where is God?
Where is the peace in this facade?
This life is very cold indeed,
if the best part's just to be freed,
from this sin; this mortal scheme!
(and I hear them scream...)
"Death God's gift please come for me"!

Look to hell; the children’s eyes...
what you'll see will then surprise...
Speaking of the sacrifice;
every child soldier knows they'll die!



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the end!

By L.C. Bellami



I dedicate this one to all the children affected by war, having to fight a war, or who have been ravaged, damaged, orphaned, imprisoned, raped, or killed by war!
Blessed Be, "suffer the little children" ...indeed!





















This poem which I wrote several years ago (which I revised for this blog) was inspired by two major things! One was a clip in an Avril Lavigne video, for her rendition of knockin on heavens door! The clip shows very young children with empty eyes smoking and holding large loaded guns! The second inspiration was a song by Pat Benatar called hell is for children! There was also a documentary about child soldiers that I watched which also influenced me in writing this!



~Jericho~ a poem by L.C. Bellami

~Jericho~



People have always told me how stupid I am,
As if my birth were seventh sin.
They told me I was born to loose,
As if I had no right to choose.

Last night I dreamed a city of sin,
With sky high walls and a roof of tin.
A nation of people about to give in,
Till a trumpet voice sounded in the midst of them.

Shouts, songs, and battle cries arose from the crowd and ascended on high
They circled the city and the walls caved in, and tumbled down not to rise again.

Shouts became silence; a deafening sound.
Ruins laid on soiled ground.
The crowds began to gather in.
A beautiful man emerged from them.

“Don’t let other voices define who you are,
find your own song, follow your star…”

I’ll never forget what Joshua said.
When I lose my lyrics his words ring in my head.

“…Raise your voice, and let the walls come down.
Jericho’s just another town.
Today is just another day.
One more step along the way”!

Sometimes I fall but I rise and mend.
Often I struggle to breath again.
It gets hard to take it; take it all in.
You are what you eat, so I swallow my sin.

I walk, I fail, I work, I strive, I sweat and bleed to stay alive.
I cry, I sleep, I wake again, God only knows where I’m going,
But I know where I’ve been.

Short life or long, if I’m right or I’m wrong,
I will find where I belong, and I will stand and be strong!
I’ll do what I do, and say what I’ll say,
And after it’s over I’ll fly away; far away.


Not in someone else's shoes, not on someone’s terms.
I’ll live, and love, and learn, and loose.
But I’ll do it as I damn well choose!

And after all this time, and how I’ve paid,
I can hear God’s voice in what I say.
And Joshua’s words echo as I pray,
For another day; just another day.

So….

“…Raise your voice, and let the walls come down
Jericho’s just another town.
Today is just another day.
One more step along the way”!


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Inspired by various things in the movie “Raise your voice” with Hilary duff, and a song in the new movie version of hairspray with Queen Latifah.
Jericho a poem by L.C. Bellami,
written on the 2nd of May, in the festival season of Beltaine, in the year of our Lord 2009

~The Great Vice of Dreaming~ a poem by L.C. Bellami


                                                        ~The Great Vice of Dreaming~



I wake from a dream as twilight lingers
longing for the grateful dawn
and memories of a life spent fill my thoughts
Leaving me breathless in wonder
Where did it all go, that misspent youth…

In search of things I never found and adventures I never had
Is it too late? Did I miss it….all chances gone?

I wonder with hope if I shall ever find my way
and as the dawn breaks into day I almost believe that I will

Hope is a good thing, and also terrible at times…
Will I grow old without knowing? Have I grown old without seeing?
I look at my hands and do not recognize them… and find that despite
My protests I have grown into a man when I never wanted to age…
Peter pan left me behind and here I lay unquenched.

Tonight I will sleep and dream again; and then again I shall find
what waking withholds; hides from me…..my way, laid out before me like
an un-trodden path.

Dreams are a good vice…perhaps the best of all vices…
and I wake from dreams once more to a twilight that lingers…
Longing for another grateful dawn; made more so because I am thankful
I can still dream when awake, when so many have forgotten how!





By L.C. Bellami

Written on November 29th, in the festival season of Samhein, in the month The Elder Moon, In the year of our Lord 2012