Everything.

This is no game

As everything stays the same.

On a cloudy day

As everything stays a shade of grey.

Perhaps a small light

As everything stays in the shadowed night.

Could we finally see

As everything fights to be free.

We shake our weary heads

As everything sinks with the weight of lead.

Is there a pinch of hope

As everything dangles on the frayed rope.

I will air on the side of caution

As everything waits on the revelation.

I believe in you

And everything we all can do.

Faith to the many who pray

For everything and one bright day.

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Right here.

And through the leaves

I see speckled sun

Dancing through the holes

Like water in the sky.

And on the unspoiled ground

I hear the music of the stream

Like an orchestra of nature

Like music from the earth.

And on my face I feel

The breeze upon my face

Like a caring hand of love

A touch from mother nature.

And there is more to this world

Than what we really know

To let yourself believe

And embrace what is right here.

Is It?

Is it too much to walk on a path of thorns

When the well-travelled road is like industrial porn

Is it wrong to refuse the shoes

When they were bought in endless queues

Is it okay to swim against the tide

Rather than accept they lied

Is it out of style to sing out loud

A different song sung by the crowd

Is it okay to be me

And remain myself and free

Is it wrong to want to be odd

When most worship the golden god

Is it too much for me to want more

Than what is churned out by the media whore

Is it okay to question the status quo

Than to drown while going with the flow.

 

 

 

 

A Canopy of Stars

She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.

She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.

In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.

“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”

The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.

And I.

And I raised my voice

Against the rising Humm

Of indifferent spinning yarns

And I clenched my fists

Against the rising tide

Of those that would do harm

And I shake my head

Against the ignorant hoards

That lean towards insanity

And I shed a tear

Against the frozen ground

At the loss of our humanity.