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Butterfly PoemMy dearest daughter, you Butterfly;
Your time has come to take to the wing,
For what seems only a few short years,
While you lay sheltered from the wind and the rain;
I'm the leaf of the tree that loved and protected you
Yes, I'm a part of that old oak tree, with roots firmly planted in faith;
But now my dear you must come out,
Come out and soar to new heights toward the sun;
For you see my love, there is a brighter world atop the trees.
Fly Butterfly; fly you beautiful, beautiful, Butterfly
E. V. Washington
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Prayer 911
We have rushed to the foot of the mountains, not simply to gaze to the top,
but rather to pray and help those buried by the once infinite heights: this the culmination
of evil upon a God fearing people
Those majestic towers, a testament to a prosperous and free people, they now lay in crumbs
of mortar and twisted steel, they are emblazoned with the flesh and blood of America's children.
The smoke, the fires and dust, rise towards the Heavens ever so slowly, carrying with it, in God's name we pray; the Souls of so many innocent and slaughtered victims of hatred.
The unfulfilled chance for self-determination, forever cut short by evil, an evilness performed by some who profess a love and respect for a Deity of greater essence, and a spiritual love for humanity.
How then, we ask of those among us claiming civility, to be so ruthless enough to glorify murder and mutilation of God's children and do it prayerfully in the name of revered holiness.
Let us pray for ourselves, as well as for those who feel a need for revenge. We must pray for
the victims of this most unholy act of darkness, designed and carried out by those who would
deny our right to the pursuit of freedom and justice for all.
Just as man woman and child is of this earth, so shall they return, to be interred in the aftermath of many mountains, and let us pray that the bodies already so interred, will serve to strengthen the resolve of a God fearing people.
There are many new mountains sure to rise, from ashes all over the world, they will emulate the faith and resolve of a brave and free people, and the walls of Hell and darkness shall not in God's name, prevail against them: Amen, Amen.
Eddie V. Washington
Rights Reserved. 9/2001
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Ode To LauraLike a summers breeze in a mystic land
Like the gentle sway of flowers in full bloom
Like the freshness after the storm I found you.
Like your smile, I can feel
Like your words I can see
Like your dreams, If only I were I still found you.
Like the wiseness of your thoughts
Like your tears that dare not fall
Like the hope you still hold out I found you still,
Like the dawning of a new day
Like the feel of a precious thought
Like forever and always
I'm glad you let me find you
I am not hard to find.
V. - May 1998
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The RootI am the root; nourished by the land, the water the sunshine
and my faith. In essence I am as my mother would say, the true
spirit of life I am as old as time itself, in all my righteous
ways, yet; I am young as the moment when cast in doubt. The
spirit is as the thirst unquenched by water, the fullness is
there but, the thirst remains. The root is the support
structure of whomever reaches for new heights. New heights
abound among the blossoms of good root structure Even the
mighty Oak tree could not stand or whisper sweet silence, if
not for good root structure. In the true spirit of life I will
hold firm the belief, that a firm grasp on social ideology with
temperance is; good root structure. I submit to the will that
be, that indecision and no decision will not provide the
fullness nor clinch the thirst of life. Be bold and drink of
the sweetness of life until you have had your fill, do it with
modesty, love, and compassion. I am the root; and I give to
you ideology, that is most dear to me. I am the root; and
though I lay firmly planted and silent, the evidence of my
being is seen and heard loudly; in you.
E.V. Washington
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Reigning InspirationLess strong men than I have climbed mountains
They have bridged great divides and crossed medowed valleys
Lesser men than I have envisioned the brink of defeat upon their brow
I will be of no less man by grasping strongly onto their successes
And in that same moment, try to avoid the pitfalls of their failures
There have been precious few men before me
Who have laid deserved praise to the revered mountaintop
And still there are those who have walked across that span of life,
That span of which lesser men should aspire to cross
The will to persevere in dangerous and troubled times
And the duress of public opinion is of no lesser cross to bear
Here within me, this day, this year and in our time
I will keep the faith that I will be of no lesser man
No lesser man than those men who have diligently gone before me
Verse By E.V. Washington
Barack Obama file photo 11/2008
Prelude to ObamaI care not to equivocate a long journeys end
But rather to relish in the reality of
A long journeys beginning
The American culture of selfless responsibility
It is of a time called now
A time called we, not I
Hand in hand, shared ideas of a vision
A vision seemingly so long ago lost
A new beginning is at hand
To dwell on the failures of yesterday
To dare carry over the same to the future
Failure is unacceptable to the glory of a people
We must capture this moment in time as ours and
Be very clear of the challenges of this nation
The challenges are many, and the task daunting
The hope and the yes we can attitude to endure
The time it will take in month's or even years
This challenge is before us and we accept it as a nation
A nation of people striving together for a greater joy
The dreams of the many that lived long ago and present
The hopes of mothers and fathers who dared to dream
That one day, they could be proud to say, Black like
me that one day, we as a united nation would dare to dream
And on this day, that dream is so evident, and still alive
E.V.Washington Copyright 01/19/09
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