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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'.

~

...............

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 ©