the waves of feeling
so strong, so dangerous…
the hurt so deep it
penetrates and shakes
your very being…
suffocates your thinking,
till words are too painful
to be spoken…
and the darkness is so cold
that you burn down the house
trying to get warm…
leaving only the flapping
of shadowy wings
in a ghost grey sky….
may your spirit be at peace,
may your heart be healed….
may you rest quietly far from
the mouths of the soul starved!
world. when he got out in the world, he sawsuffering, he felt it, and change began.he left behind what he had, and began his search…but what he searched for for so long was alreadythere… it always is!there is truly no inner and outer world, that isan illusion put forth by our conceptual minds…what is, is!he…
the last gasp of soul’s breathfrom the broken and wounded…the lie that erases memoriesfor just a moment,and then whips the heart with them….the car hurtling towards the cliff,out of control with no brakes….the voices of the deadcalling from the streets of hell!the chain around your neck,that only you can unlock!
you detain, arrest, beat,and pepper spray forraising a voice of dissent….the…crack…..in the……liberty……..bell……….wi dens!soon, too soon,…the sound of freedom forgotten…..in a land that’s lost its way!
dignity, freedom!
the city, or the countrythat you built.it is the act of building!it is not…the hours, the shifts,the fields plowed,or the steel forged.it is the act of working.it is not…the sacrifices, the passion,the forgiveness, or eventhe life you shared.it is the act of loving!
i am not the rain,nor the grasses that yearn.i am not a prayer,am not the answer.i am not the war,nor the peace that is coming.i am not the truth,i am not a lie.i am not your saviour,i am not a stepping stone.i am not forever,nor am i yesterday.i am not holy,nor am i evil.i am…
