What if the moon did not shine?
What if the moon was lazy?
Where would the light
it is supposed to reflect go?
Perhaps it would disappear
or just stay hidden or worse
slowly fade away with each revolution.
What pressure it must feel.
To shine amongst the vast
darkness of the night.
To have to shine as best it can
compared to the source.
I would surely feel intimidated
to be so small compared to
the center of the universe.
But the moon can shine
where the sun can not.
The night would reign
if not for the moon.
Darkness would consume the earth,
leaving its inhabitants lost and blind.
This being true doubt and fear
consume this moon,
there are thousands of others just like it
in the universe, in the galaxy
and it's only made of rock and dust
sometimes it shines halfway
and now and then only a sliver
How can such a small shine matter?
It worries the world
can see it has a dark side
Sometimes it doesn't even shine at all.
Oh Moon, the truth you do not hold near,
your particular presence was not happenstance
Although there are so many
the earth has but one moon
This fact is not coincedence
and when you shine
this world can not see the darkness you bestow
for it yearns for the faintest of flickers of hope.
While you saw yourself as insignificant
and not as bright as the sun,
Little did you know that a burden was lifted
because you existed the world could see
Do not be discouraged in your darkest moment
Nothing will stay the same, the world will turn.
Although your vision is limited
know that your place in the sky is perfect
Trust in the light you shine
Because you therefore rely
on another light most divine.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Bridge in We
Tomorrow the sun will rise
Tonight the moon will shine
In the blink of an eye
millions will have already died.
war is raw and raw is war
there is no other way to say
what it is or how it feels
why try when it is inevitable.
As these words are being written
I feel your pain I see your scars
In a different place and time
I hear your cry of torture and pain.
A voice so faint it is barely a whisper
but nevertheless it is a sound of despair
it exists in the world. It is real and is felt
by you, by me and hopefully by others
No country, president, sea or religion
can stop this existence or our connection
So do not fear. I can hear the call.
Toes freezing in a dark clammy basement
Large eyes straining to see in the dark
Starving stomach pains that numb your soul
There is no where else to go.
But alas, there is, the mind can be set free
and go anywhere it needs to be
in the sky, on a tree, in the sand by the sea
thriving in the open space of liberty
Shut your eyes Open your imagination
be caressed by your creation
In a limitless space what will you create?
What is your desire? What is your fate?
Joy abounds a heavy heart that can finally beat
Giddy giggles break loose the bitter chains
Possibility is no longer a cruel myth
Lift up your lowered head and breath
the air of relief that showers over you
I have cried for you, I see you in my dreams
So fragile, delicate, still and sirene
Little one I will come to you
Be patient, be calm , and forever know
that I love you.
Tonight the moon will shine
In the blink of an eye
millions will have already died.
war is raw and raw is war
there is no other way to say
what it is or how it feels
why try when it is inevitable.
As these words are being written
I feel your pain I see your scars
In a different place and time
I hear your cry of torture and pain.
A voice so faint it is barely a whisper
but nevertheless it is a sound of despair
it exists in the world. It is real and is felt
by you, by me and hopefully by others
No country, president, sea or religion
can stop this existence or our connection
So do not fear. I can hear the call.
Toes freezing in a dark clammy basement
Large eyes straining to see in the dark
Starving stomach pains that numb your soul
There is no where else to go.
But alas, there is, the mind can be set free
and go anywhere it needs to be
in the sky, on a tree, in the sand by the sea
thriving in the open space of liberty
Shut your eyes Open your imagination
be caressed by your creation
In a limitless space what will you create?
What is your desire? What is your fate?
Joy abounds a heavy heart that can finally beat
Giddy giggles break loose the bitter chains
Possibility is no longer a cruel myth
Lift up your lowered head and breath
the air of relief that showers over you
I have cried for you, I see you in my dreams
So fragile, delicate, still and sirene
Little one I will come to you
Be patient, be calm , and forever know
that I love you.
Monday, September 3, 2007
fart art
starts with hearts of darts and define the lost mind
that has regressed behind in the daily grind
of our sad time so far from sublime......to the degree that its a crime.....
without reason or ryhme.....to ever reach the divine...
we have become swine...consuming visual slime...
and this binds the greatness that lives inside
the savants of a past tribe .....
described by eloquence, depth and pride....
in this chasm divide
can we we find the vision of the blind....
that would allow a slide
of a glory we should abide and subscribe
to and never hide from with the changing tide
of the herded ride of men.......into the open and wide side
of ignorance of those who have lied and continuously spied
on their pasture who have cried for truth and justice.....without bias or bride
with the enemys who will one day die.....
can we ever see with our cerebral eye......
and deny the falsehood of the virtual sky.....
flesh and bone are packaged for someone to buy and sell
and to this i despise all lies and propose its immediate demise ......
without compromise or rise to lows or highs of guys in desgiuse
So keep your eyes on the prize
starts with hearts of darts and define the lost mind
that has regressed behind in the daily grind
of our sad time so far from sublime......to the degree that its a crime.....
without reason or ryhme.....to ever reach the divine...
we have become swine...consuming visual slime...
and this binds the greatness that lives inside
the savants of a past tribe .....
described by eloquence, depth and pride....
in this chasm divide
can we we find the vision of the blind....
that would allow a slide
of a glory we should abide and subscribe
to and never hide from with the changing tide
of the herded ride of men.......into the open and wide side
of ignorance of those who have lied and continuously spied
on their pasture who have cried for truth and justice.....without bias or bride
with the enemys who will one day die.....
can we ever see with our cerebral eye......
and deny the falsehood of the virtual sky.....
flesh and bone are packaged for someone to buy and sell
and to this i despise all lies and propose its immediate demise ......
without compromise or rise to lows or highs of guys in desgiuse
So keep your eyes on the prize
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