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



Late Stage Capitalism

Late Stage Capitalism

Plotted trees with dying leaves
Life from stars now to dust
A dying breed hollowed by greed
A dream from gold to rust

I’m asked to hope, on a short held rope
While being fed fear and rage
Calculated distraction, incorporated factions
Taking more than they gave

I’m asked to buy while others die
The myth of famine and feast
Sold luxury living as we kill with precision
But never question the beast

Because money speaks but does not seek
A value beyond the cost
While Mother cries, Father hides
All that she has lost

And yet there’s sight, on our darkest night
Once asleep but now awake
The illusion of ‘Them’, is ready to end
Time to embrace and not forsake

Humans unite, it is our rite
To enrich all, not just the few
As the systems fall, we must call
For the world to be born anew

Photo Credit: Tara Lancaster