Words fall to earth,
Weighted by the gravity
Of their intent
Ricocheting off the opinions
Of the observer,
The unevolved individual
Who deems himself worthy
Of adding his own content
Moulding the message
To serve his own meaning,
Creating a new translation,
Now just an echo
Of the truth
His heart screaming
At his spirit to stop
Muting its purpose,
Of ignoring
The lessons
Being taught
Are you a slave to routine?
Or a slave to your mind?
Or a slave to the fears
That now riddle mankind?
Those invisible shackles
Are locked only by thought
Fictitious, limiting beliefs
Of which many are taught
Surrender takes courage
A lengthening of stride
A desire to be better
To encompass, not divide
Are you only counting days
Of a life, to get through?
Anxiety pandemic
Acquiring more, a virtue
Wake up from your sleep!
Seize the present; it’s a gift
Know you are utterly, perfect
Then start to heal your own rift
If I was in charge
I’d peel back the layers
Dispelling the lies
Fed to us, the taxpayers
If I was in charge
I’d lift up the veil
Revealing the truth
Every sordid detail
If I was in charge
Every child would be fed
Consolidating resources
The wealth would be spread
If I was in charge
I’d dismantle hierarchy
Making all of us equal
Create a social autarchy
If I was in charge
I’d hold everyone accountable
To be part of the change
All problems surmountable
He looked up as she walked
Across the wet grass
Acknowledging her presence
With a loyal gravitas
Gently nuzzling her pockets
As she haltered his head
Excitedly, anticipating
The food he’d be fed
Playfully throwing his head
Trotting next to her heel
Their pure, honest bond
The equine reveal
Without touch, with intent
They whisper their thoughts
A submissive interaction
That releases and supports
Moving together as one
They dance with the rope
Unconsciously connecting
They spiritually elope
You forced your way
Into my sleep
Turning reality
On its head
Making light
Of the dark pain
Her belly swelling
With my dreams
“Do you know what I think?”
No my friend,
Does it iron out the kink?
“Do you know what I would do?”
No my friend,
Go on, give me a clue…
“Do you know what I would say?”
No my friend,
Would you call it a day?
“Do you know who I would tell?”
No my friend,
But how would that quell?
“Do you know what I suggest?”
No my friend,
Are you really so blessed?
“Do you know how I would act?”
No my friend,
Is it so matter-of-fact?
“Do you know what’s being said?”
No my friend,
What light can you shed?
“Do you know where you should go?”
No my friend,
I’ll just go with the flow
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