Stirrings of a New Dream

Stirrings of a New Dream

Seldom do we arrive in the moment
Rewinding back, skipping forward
Not to the good parts either
The places we are stuck

Forgetting we can be different
Self-organized solidity from infinity
Repetitive thoughts, unconscious acts
And permanence endures

There are some who can hold space
For us, and themselves
Time slows here
Bending of the collective illusion

They see beauty in the minutia
Never aching to be elsewhere
Yet recognize possibilities
That only whisper to the rest

But they stake a new frontier
Initiating stirrings of a new dream
One we will awaken to
When sleep no longer satisfies

 

 

The Glutton’s Ritual

The Glutton’s Ritual

Kentucky fried, so good I cried
Belly full and fed

Happy hour, Whiskey Sour
Glow begins to spread

Belly laughs, stupendous gaffes
Now the two shall wed

Ungodly hour, twilight cowers
Slither into bed

Morning rise, stings the eyes
Pounding in the head

The night before, crashing forth
Now begins the dread


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Perpetual Progress

Perpetual Progress

Plotted trees with dying leaves
Life from stars now to dust
A dying breed hollowed by greed
Their integrity from rotting to rust

I’m asked to hope, on a short held rope
Not allowed to see those who save
Politics of distraction, incorporated factions
Taking more than they gave

I’m asked to buy while others die
The myth of famine and feast
We justify our insatiable alibis
But never question the beast

Because money speaks but does not seek
A value beyond the cost
Our Mother cries while Brother hides
All that we have lost

And yet there’s sight, on the darkest night
Once asleep but now awake
The illusion of ‘Them’, is ready to end
Time to rectify our mistakes

We must unite, it is our rite
First through the heart, then the mind
As the systems fall, we must call
To love ours and all mankind