Black raspberry harvest
from the spring hillside
itching, sting of
scratching thorns
Snatching secret mulberries
tiptoe stretch on the sidewalk
nervous glances at
darkened houses
Fond memories of
barefooted gatherings
daddy long legs shrieks
brake up brave determination
Giddy bounty from
forest and city
hands stained purple
in victory
Protect the Innocent 
Nostalgia of ‘Purple Victory’ Picking Berries on the Hillside
What the Rest of Nature Offers So Freely Yet Humans Not
Always So Much reminding me of the Origin of Real ‘Wonder
Woman’ at 8 Years-Old Climbing 40 Foot Trees Overlooking
The Roof’s of the Have’s Picking Moist Fruit Whereas my
Wife’s Home Had Neither Electricity or Water in the Land
of Abundance where the First Baptist Bully Girls Spit on
Her for Reduced Price Lunches at School Without the
(True My Sister And Her
Wife Have Stories too)
Resource of an Umbrella
to Walk to School in Freezing Rain
Some of Her first Memories Her Stepfather
With a Knife Over Her Bed True Nostalgia of
LiGHT
Nostalgia
of DarK You
Bring too Yet That’s Life
Through all the DarK and LiGHT
Sure the First Baptist Bully Boys
Spit on me at School And Called
me the F Word and Not Fred For Daring
to even Smile at the City Park and Middle School
Halls They Literally Said Boys Aren’t allowed to Smile
in this Town With Penalty of Both Verbal and Physical Abuse
Yep i had no choice Yet to Become As Strong As A Real
‘Superman’ to Get the Privilege to Smile and Dance Like a
Martial Arts Ballerina Here and Guess What God Damn it i Did…
True the Ruse Was Take The Empathy Away From Young Boys
to Become Man Enough to Pull the Trigger Against Your Own
Species in Unwarranted Wars to become a Son of Death
Sponsored
By All the
Onward
Marching
Christian
Soldier Killing
Songs at Church
Along with an All Loving
Merciful God Who Would
Love The Enemy And Turn
the Other Cheek until the End of
the Chapter Becoming Psychopathic
Enough to Torture Those Forever Who Wouldn’t
Worship a Name and Body Assigned to Trademark God by
A Dusty Antiquated Story From Thousands of Years ago…
Yet Again A Return to the Hillside and the ‘Victory of Purple
Hands’ That the Real God of Berries Brings So Very Free
Nature That Tells The Truth The Whole Truth All the Truth
And Sadly Humans Who Lie… Who Lie and Lie and Lie
i Don’t Blame You Dear Amethyst Lamb For Being
Cynical About ‘the Condition’ Now And Then…
Yet for Now Berries Still Grow Free on the
Hillside…
Just
for You
With SMiLes…
Humans are Ruled By Story
Dear Amethyst Lamb an Only Real
Way For Change is to Create Greater Stories
Than Before You Have A Talent Continue to Ripen Berries
And Rot
Them
too as
Necessary
With SMiLes.:)
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Gotta love the mulberries!
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They’re delicious! 😋
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This brought me back! Descriptive and nostalgic.
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Thank you, Nicole. 😊 Berry picking always brings back fond memories of childhood for me too. ❤️
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