(part I)
Fear is the real danger
Leader of all
The most death in the world
Fear drives wars,
Hate crimes,
Abundant stress,
That zaps the will to live
Out of any who harbour him.
And Fear was let in
Welcomed in
As if being a responsible human
Was letting Fear
Into our homes
Just as Money had
Changed all our minds
So too began Fear
To change the minds
Of those who welcomed him.
(part III)
Wish for the flowing
The guiding principle
Flourishing wildly
Over stones and through reeds.
Look for the budding
The guide, the gift
Expressing itself
Throughout, within.
Feel as it builds
Coming about
Not lost in abundance
Welcomed as one.
Don’t close your eyes around me
I’m not here so stay a while
When each the river’s running
Gone and take the other path
Call it what the heart’s assent
Eating grapes at the table
With a friend amongst four others
There’s your place
And welcomed grace.
For this I shall save
My last innocent breath,
A welcoming insight
Of two parts become one.
I shall forget what has never been,
What has torn at me,
What has floated free,
What has carried our distance
Unbeknownst for so long,
I shall not be blinded
By our history.
For this I shall save
My last innocent breath,
A chance of starlight
Emerging upon me.
It is for this that I shall wake
From slumber and deluge
Sprouting of new life
Upon the trunk of ancient ilk
Upon these paths formed
Carrying my thoughts
On towards you.
For this I shall save
My last innocent breath,
A ceremony of mine
Just in time.
Take this blood and run it along an irregular line from here to there, for there is no longer a fountain of youth screaming for more sticks and balls; left for dead there is only a pulse of electricity surging away into a stream of monotony.
But where does each screaming echo fall?
Twisting it’s way through sandstone crevices along a dried river basin, footsteps led aimlessly uphill in search of a higher plateau that might offer a view of the future, or lead to a three feet wide round door of periscope and a three strands of hemp rope holding a dangling sign that read: “Welcome. Please come in.”
If all was lost, there would be no now, for now is not lost as a pinch can accost.
While large maple leaves unfurled to beckon in the Summer, a slow and sweet amulet of sweat rested nicely between the bosom of naked pixie, casually watching the dried river splash over dusty boulders.