Coming together

As you come,
take me in
take my soul
take my roots
breathe me in

Feel my heart
feel my pain
feel the rush
of our fates
breathe me in

As our bodies join
intertwined
in this place
feel this space
take me in

While the world
spins outside
let it burn
feel this space
take me in

There's no need
to hide
let our wounds
collide

Take my breath
leave me still

For Someone Special

"It comes in threes," said she.

But that's a lot for me.

My life is not a tragedy,

But an open book of seas.

I'll set sail at the highest hour,

And be home with a bouquet of flowers.

If you tell me how to climb the towers,

And pierce your heart with golden showers,

Of sentiments of love and fate.

But it'll be a reason to set a date.

Poor dear, if my alarm should be late,

But darling please, don't hesitate,

To catch mine eye and linger no more,

And if I ne'er should reach your shore.

"To thine own self be true," go explore.

And my time will come, nevermore.

Genocidal mania or feelings on Syria/Palestine

"Hark!" declares the angel of death
as he tramples forward,
collecting debris,
of women and children.

Their faces contorted,
by the wretched stench of waste,
the smell of blood and burnt remains.
Will it ever stop hurting?

"No more!" I shout to the world,
while they ignore,
trapped in their own boxes,
afraid to see what's real.

Like organic matter decomposing,
in a cesspool of ancient lies,
my body yearns for truth.
When will the masks come off?

"I'm finished!" I say!
let me leave this world.
Transfixed on another realm
as I walk towards a fading light.

There is no more time,
for it has now expired.
We are running out of breath
drowning in yesterdays sorrows.

"Goodnight," I whisper,
to the crying children,
their mothers holding them tight.
Perhaps we'll meet again.

What if

What if the world wasn't
so full of hate?
what if we helped
instead of
making orphans?

A society of homeless
destitute
broken and neglected
licking their wounds
afraid of being rejected.

What if we created
a loving space
safety
happiness and caring
real compassion
in the midst of chaotic
zones of confusion.

No one has the answer
to the question,
'why are we here?'
so why don't we just be
one?

What if we connected?
on a level of consciousness
that broke down barriers
and let us see
we are the same
we are one
race of human beings.

We are
human beings
first.

Self-Inflicted, a short piece on taking responsibility

"Look inward," she said,
"Get out of your head!"
as the veil came slowly dripping down;
new horizons wait for the conscious mind.

The Illuminati scares,
creates a fog over stuffed houses;
material wealth affixed
upon a menagerie of scarlet hearts.

Nowhere to place the blame,
in a reality that is cold and broken;
fix it with your own,
sense of hope and understanding.
 
There is only one answer;
"look inward," she cries.
Before it's too late,
your self-destruction awaits.

 

Walls

Baby, you make my walls
come down.  I'm out
in the open, naked.

The feelings you bring are honest.
They force me to look,
from a different perspective. To
look into my depths and see all.
The good, the bad and the beautiful.

Those walls are made of brick, they're thick.
The big bad wolf
couldn't blow them down. But you came.

My heart is paper thin, a facade
of stainless steel. So please be gentle, engage.
Be stronger, than I ever can.
Don't push too hard, be aware
I may separate sometimes, but I'm still here.

Why do we separate ourselves?
Especially from love.
From all other living beings.

As I gaze into those deep, gray eyes,
I feel the urge of the collective consciousness.
It overwhelms to tear down it's walls
and let the light in.  Let in
the love, and let, be.

The system

They tell us its for
the collective,
but we don't really feel
connected.
Pulled too young from your mother's sweet nectar,
forced to succumb, the formula is better.

Then we stop
Take a minute to address
The issues at hand
Realize their plan
Distraction!

Media faces daze us,
they talk about ways
to avoid PMS.
Look! A new diet on the market,
While black
children
become the target.

So we pause
Contemplate questions
What's going on?
How did we get in this mess?

As our organs drown in GMO violence
We beg the electors,
'please just give us a chance.'
But they don't listen;
rambling words, dribbling nonsense.
Time to stand up,
bring on the storm, united as one.

As the anarchist clock ticks down,
speak
rise
above
the rest.