Time tome. A book of rhymes.
The story of our lives.
Could we have written a different ending?
The story of our lives.
Could we have written a different ending?
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Media. Hive mind. Break free. Independent. Alone. Too much fear. Must re-connect. ** Media. Medium. Intervening instrument. Closing the distance Between human and event. We can’t experience it. So we read about it instead. Or role play. Or watch on flickering screen. Anything to live it. To understand So much promise cut short.
Deferred. Why wait for another lifetime? Do it now. ** Tired and hungry he sleeps. Tired and hungry he waits. Tired and hungry he still runs. Which are you? Peace. Stoic. Unfiltered. Thoughts wash across the mind and Drain the water from the shore Titanic tsunami on the horizon. ** Cold play. Cold fusion. Cold fire. Icy heart of all things Too badly damaged to be made whole again No, wait. A solution. Warmer than it all. Love. ** Round holes. Square pegs. No alignment. Stop trying to force Real communication brings compromise How about a triangle instead? ** Anger plays its part. Forces movement. Expressed kindly. Creates understanding of the hurt Unless you turn anger inward and go sour. ** Hats They disguise They enhance They identify Which hat will you wear today? Love? Caring? Concern? Happy? Sad? How about wearing a bandana instead? ** Returning. Returned. Revisit the scene of the hurt. The act of a coward unless you came to apologize. ** A labyrinth of choices. Determining who I am. Where I go. What I can see. What I choose to see. Reality is in the eye of the beholder. Can I see with quantum eyes? ** Driving a car Driving a golf ball Driving a purpose Isn’t humanity amazing? So many ways to be in the Now of driving ** Text me no lies Only truth Sing me only tunes with heart Dance with me until sunrise Feet bare upon the burning sand We will find the symphony together ** The human orchestra has picked up their instruments Oboe, cello, violin Drums and horns The symphony we’ve begun to play? Humanity is Woke We’re performing the Overture ** Let’s build a bridge Let’s build a new life A new society Tuesdays only After all, compromise is hard work ** Old ideas Brittle leaves against the breath of a young wind Falling, changing, dying Mulch Rich soil for the birth of the new ** Chirping birds Marching youth. Springtime Renewal Red-chested robins New voter ID cards Worms and guns will be sacrificed to the hungry bellies of youth ** Consequences seen 3 steps down the road Crisis averted ** Knowledge Transformed into wisdom Doesn’t come from years on the planet Eyes, heart, and mind open creates it ** History’s keeper Which ancient song will you sing? One based on the party line? Or the truth? But then again, truth, that wily beast is always in the eye of the beholder. ** Be brave. Be soft. Young. Ardent. Yes. No. Move forward. Make a change Make a difference ** Fear Less Fear Full Climb out Dive back in How long do you swim in the vat of green gooey fear? Until I’m ready to leave it behind. ** Special words Disappearing ink Secrets held Lies believed Forcing trust In the untrue story. ** She said I did it for all the wrong reasons. Are there right reasons for doing something wrong? Who decides? ** Do we live in a black and white world? Will we opt out of choosing? Opt out of dichotomy? Simply blend into grey? Should we? ** There can be no words Only Heart protection Bearing witness It’s a hard path your friend has chosen ** A dozen china pots Crystal glasses that have never been used Stacks of unread magazines Countless DVDs, yet there is no machine Are you hiding behind ‘stuff’ Rather than forging an alliance with love? Daylight.
Sunset. Some are comfortable. Many are not. We all beat with the same Heart. Gaia. ** The One Heart beating All grass growing It’s My turn, She cries, “Treat Gaia kindly.” ** The Mind of our Mother Sweet Juice of life. Waterfall, mountain, open plain. All this for you. Treasures beyond imagining. Yet you spit on Me and grind My treasures to dust. ** Connect. Embrace. From the thinnest of pine needles To the jagged bark of a baobab tree. Passion in all creation. ** Rain Mountain Thirsty in the moonlight. Green shoots of spring will grow on her flanks. ** Grass Rain Rocks Fields Missing them Time to find the sweet breath of wind across the mountain ** Riding the wild wind Up the mountain side Storm coming Change brewing Why are you still playing in the valley? Plainspoken. Outspoken.
Speaking as a gift. Speaking as a weapon. All minds. No mind. Same mind Same words. Where do they come from? ** Languages, many. Ideas, few. Humanity’s burden Humanity’s bliss Speak your truth and others will listen. Maybe. ** Yester—Day Al—Ways. For—Ever. Made up Time. Thinking. Being. Now. ** We enslave By words By deeds Freedom of thought So very far away Shackles can be broken By love Understanding Compassion Recognizing you in them ** Open O- Pen Tool for hate or love Tool for change Use it wisely, please. Our future depends upon your ink |
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