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Moonbeams in flight,
The dark of the night,
A twinkling speckle,
And blink, I must,
I'd think it were stardust,
With the stars so close by,
If that moonbeam not bounced
To my eye from your sigh.
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speaking in 'tongues',
ordinary people
without will,
release of all ego,
sputter forth the
vocalization
and innermost connection
to anything remotely comprehensible
of the concept of
'god',
~
as 'holy scholars',
doctors of philosophy,
and
'the righteous'
and us,
scoff,
~
to look towards words
created by
'jesus',
'mohammeds',
'gandhis',
'jiddus',
'obamas',
or even
'star magazine',
~
to raise and inflate our
balloon of spirituality
and fly to a place we call
'heaven',
to touch a 'god' that created
us in an image that
we have never laid eyes on,
but only interpreted
within the realm of human
capacity.
~
we refer to this thinking
as 'sane',
and those who
sputter glossolalia
questionably
'unstable'.
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This “War On Terror” and “The War On Drugs”
will just create a much more sophisticated kind of thug,
And though prison is big business in the “land of the free”,
Let’s not run from the truth about these inmates I see.
All dressed up,
In the latest warehouse gear,
With a touch of arrogance to cover the fear,
As they wait to be judged, the most of them find
their life has already been mapped out by society’s sick mind.
Yet they all wait in line, being tossed to the side,
And accept the sick way that we twist the word “guide”.
For some, they get more than life outside would have brought,
The foundations of love out here no longer taught,
Minimum, medium and maximum stays,
Rape the future of so many lost yesterdays…
Tomorrows unseen await mystically hid,
Will we find better ways to undo what we did?
Could we manage to open our hearts and our minds,
And be inspired to seek the intelligence meant for us to find?
Why do our schools neglect to educate?
Our young people are full of fear violence and hate.
But what could we expect?
Do we teach them to live lives of honesty, loyalty and compassion…?
Can we look in our OWN eyes and honestly say that we even HAVE this to GIVE??
Do we make a priority of things that we touch
With our heart…
More important than the riches we clutch?
Do we emphasize kindness, not envy and greed?
No.
We find it more important that they all learn to read.
In this land of the free and the home of the brave,
Do we teach independence to ones that fall astray?
Do we seek out the differences and build a firm base for a child that’s different?
No.
We simply erase.
We erase all the beauty when we close our eyes,
when we don’t take the time to be patient and wise,
But diversity lives where possibility lies,
And another young life sees the warehouse disguise.
As I wait in this prison I envision a day,
When society sees the light I see today,
There are only two things that can happen ahead,
We can salvage what’s left of love…
Or render it dead…
In the hands of the children, sits diversity’s chance,
To uncover the genius within humanity’s dance,
And for us now the elders,
Our atonement could TRULY guide
all the lost that have suffered due to the sin of false pride.
If the true heart of liberty fosters the cure,
It will lead countries to peace and the world from all war,
If we help men let go of the pain from their past,
Brave new worlds will shine through on this Earth,
…LOVE WILL LAST.
Copyright 2002
♥
you say you love your god
but you murder him every day
you rape him
you tear the fingernails off
his loving hands
one by one, like lashes to your own back
and you 'know not what you do'
and destroy what has been given
so freely, and so lovingly
with your blame
you say he lives
his spirit is alive
you say he was a man
like yourself and your brother
a man that walked this earth
making footprints in the sand
and then you glorify his very death
over and over and over again
for the sake of your own unaccountability
do you also remember others
passed on
in this way?
i love you
and sometimes love is painful
but love goes on
jesus died and for me
he rests in the same peace he
walked upon this earth
and his love
lives on in us all
love lives on
and on
and on
and on
my god is love
and i...love you
and that is how i share my god
4:18 PM 7/5/2013
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Sense.
Sensitivity.
The highly sensitive person.
It is not genetically
marked, but Carl Jung
says that HSPs
have a definite
biological
difference in their
nervous systems.
"Oh, don't be so SENSITIVE!!!"
They were once shy,
until they learned
there was no
other recourse,
and the world broke
them...
...and then,
on the eighth
day, God created
monsters.
1:25 PM 7/5/2013 ©
Forgiveness is something needed,
For oneself, when we know we have hurt another,
Some people think they're perfect,
And that they only hurt others when they intend to.
Truth is, we hurt each other every day,
In one way or another, reason being,
No one IS perfect, just born blind about being human,
And having flaws, making mistakes,
And being the same, but different.
Men hate their differences
And glorify their religions
Instead of glorifying the gods.
We have built ourselves up to be
Something great in our minds,
But so small in reality,
That we can no longer even see,
We are nothing we claim to be.
Too much talk and no action,
Allowing money in the hand to mean satisfaction,
We all have blood on our hands,
Our prints on the gallows,
We've all murdered you know,
As we chant 'Hail Marys'
And His name be 'Hallowed',
As long as innocent men,
Are murdered on death row,
Better talk to yourself about forgiveness,
Cause anyone could be next ....you know?
Preachers and teachers,
All the blessed ones,
Get in line on Sundays,
And then go home to clean their guns,
Running their mouths,
About things that they read,
Never finding out for sure,
If it's even true, indeed,
The way to compassion
Is through examples, not your mouth,
And a good place to start might be
To start with yourself.
You may want to tell me
This is one big croc of s*it,
And that's ok, because it works for me,
And that's why I wrote it.
8:43 PM 7/2/2013 ©