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OPEN YOUR MIND

AND YOU WILL FIND

SO MANY WAYS

TO UNWIND

ITS YOUR  BODY ITS YOUR CHOICE

SPEAK UP NOW YOU HAVE A VOICE

ITS YOUR LIFE THATS ON THE LINE

MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THIS IN MIND

UP TO YOU TO FIGURE OUT

DO SOME RESEARCH CLEAR YOUR DOUBT

DONT BE BRAINWASHED USE YOUR HEAD

UP TO YOU ENOUGHS BEEN SAID

The stars' silent light

winking through the night

Fireflies moving stars

Soundless is their light

as are the best teachers

whose auras without words

grant gifts of insight

Like a star shining above

So you see the earth unlike others

A special insight into humanity

A breath of fresh air to poetry

Should a thought cross your path

Like a comet in the ether

You set it fully ablaze

With your fiery pen and pad

Sunny spacious green pasture

Cattle graze, downward gaze

Bound by firm barbed fences

A rancher ready to cash in

Another gaze at the chattel

As one turns to look at me

Kindred faces of captivity

                                 Happy Birthday on June 2^nd

Happy Birthday!

Some escape some door to open

And today is your first day where you left my heart completely broken

I’m sitting here peering out the window thinking what was it all for

Every noise I hear, I think you are at the front door.

Happy Birthday my ex-love!

The way you treated me I truly didn’t deserve.

While I feel tortured you seem to remain completely unnerved

And while you’re in bliss and enjoying the revelry

My mind is stuck in the past, enjoying the reverie

Pleasure came easy to me but it was harder to please you

Sex was all too familiar to you when you had nothing else to do

But you will soon have to walk back over this same bridge again

Until that day, happy birthday on June 2^nd

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a beggar's 

poor choice

rolls him 

gently from 

curb to 

gutter

as the wealthy

roll over

in interest.

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cutting words

spoken with 

compassion

like an ice pic,

hold the gentle,

subtle power,

to leave cracks 

like fault lines

in ignorance

left from

frigid,

ancestral

insights.

5:23 AM 8/4/2013 ©

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'Twas the night before awareness,

When all through the world,

The people were waiting,

For a magic wonderland to unfurl,

A sense of entitlement,

Covered the land,

Like a snow in the silence,

All possessions in hand.

Flowers are mulicolored,

Some vegetables have a strange hue,

The skies are polluted,

And the waterways are too,

Our lying little mouths 

Speak only of money,

And love is just something

When using words like "honey".

Teaching kids to expect,

That life will be easy,

They find out it's not,

And start living it cheaply,

Whine and complain

About their ways and behavior,

Giving them pills 

That don't work in their favor.

Sense of entitlement 

With morals askew,

This is me...

And yes, this is you,

Neglecting the things 

That are felt with the heart,

Buried in shame 

Real love hasn't a start.

Pain is a signal 

We learned to numb up,

Imbalances rampant,

We've all now cracked up,

Sensitivity is beautiful,

But pain has real purpose,

And it doesn't exist

Just to feel sorry for us.

But roses are so red,

And violets so blue,

In this world we create,

When we have eyes like a shrew,

We're the little old drivers,

Unable to see,

We're at a party with Alice,

And we ain't sippin' tea.

Addicted to poison,

We bid a good-night,

In hopes that Saint Nick

Will make everything right,

Our wondering eyes 

Have created a fear,

We can't possibly face

In a world we can't steer.

Pill after pill 

Dream after dream,

This is the way

That we kill self-esteem,

Removing the blinders

A wise thing that is taught

To do otherwise,

Is how we bury a thought.

Stress can be lethal,

And imbalance will thrive,

There are pills that can actually

Keep you alive,

But that doesn't mean

To ourselves we should lie,

And that pain, pain,

Will go away,

No pain, is something

That is here to stay.

4:33 PM 7/20/2013 ©

Inspired by Allets

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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.

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