In the silence
of this crystal night
shimmering,
entombed in light,
we'll tippy toe on the stars
Moving in a universe
the tips of our fingers
write poems in stardust
as we shift
the dust of time
being graced in part,
a poets Valhalla
Fishing in the black holes
pulling the next dimension
through, meeting minds
from the center of the think
they ripple with the solar winds
ghosts of the eternal flame
Lavender light shaves the moon
sheets of light trickle in mirrors
imagination is reborn
again
and again
Human suffering via the lens of social injustice juxtaposed to the same past.
Enslavement, slavery, and Indian removal from their sacred lands
Who hands are damned?
The universe is included.
Terrorism
War
Famine
Political asylum
All compare and contrast.
Historical movements for the cause,
Today we are a backwards spiral - no joy.
As nations of people become one in a country, the government becomes corrupt.
Are we the democracy that embraces tyrants?
Lack of equal protection of the Law
No due process going on
Just a picture of corruption
Religious emergence has occurred.
Social Theology is the covenant.
However, no one wants to face-up to the capitalism that has self-destructed.
Personal recourse is not within an Ayn Rand world
That belongs to the work force.
I pledged alliance to our spirit and our soul when I was child preparing to enter the
business world.
This agreement was written in the Preamble.
Why is it today ignored?
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Penned on May 05, 2014!
A dance to hidden music
with a handsome fellow
who seems to sense my mood
he holds me close as we whirl
Then leading me to scented gardens
he points out the heavenly stars
telling me stories of each one
how they came to be in Dream Time
He romances me with his wondrous stories
telling of mystic places far, far away
all the time holding my hand tenderly
we stroll through the scented gardens
A feeling of peace and paradise fill me
so close I feel to him, love in my soul
this tender meeting of two separate minds
takes me far away to Nirvana in his arms
It is in my nature to be contrary,
People may say I just want to argue
But I'd say differing opinions are necessary
For a cohesive conversation to ensue.
I'm just here for the debate,
For a lively discussion.
I don't mean to berate,
I won't fear any repercussion.
For in a duel of words,
There may be victors and the vanquished,
There may not even be any resolution.
But at least we'll have distinguished,
Our own opinions and solutions,
To any random event, person, or problem,
With whom we may have issue.
Come meet me at the merging
Of consciousness and dream;
Keep only what’s inside you,
And leave all other things
Tear off your vanities,
And strip away your fears;
Learn how to truly listen
With more than just your ears
Speak with an open spirit –
A portal to your soul
That mirrors your desires,
Your many thoughts and woes
Touch what your body can’t –
Recesses of the mind,
And travel down the pathways
That others cannot find
Stay close beside this crossing,
Of waking thought and sleep,
And you will fine’ly witness,
The happiness you seek.