Over Night

So,

When did the cost of love become so inflated?

Wasn’t it always free?

When did it’s quality become so deflated?

And whatever happened to honesty?

Where was the media when the truth became extinct?

Have we stopped using our hearts and minds to think?

Over night, it seems,

Men became bankers with little sense.

And now Women are reclaimed assembly lines, lacking decadence.

Perverted carnal vehicles with radical exchange,

Waking up to this feels extremely strange…

What are we Working Poor?

Many of the “working poor” are caught in the web, cultivating fake lives, rather than creating self; all things are not true! Why choose to barter authenticity for false idol-ic images? In the end, a uniform worn all day does not camouflage emptiness. Wake up! Avatarial immediacy acts as a drug- deterring change, progress, growth, and resolution. So, unplug; save energy by expending some. Ignore the critics and invest in your dreams. Be naked, be human. Know, trust, love the biological machine you are driving.  Your time is worth your life.  The most probable and inevitable escape is death… Get out of the “Stream” and learn to be!

The Gifted Blade

Often, she feels as though she stands out,

like a really tall blade of grass

in a freshly mowed yard,

awkward and alone.

 But from her awkwardness,

She has a decent view

of nearly all in front of and next to her.

Yet, she is at a deficit to see all that is behind her,

fore she is merely a blade of grass.

At times,

when the wind blows her just so,

she can see where she is coming from.

Friends, as we are, act as the wind.

The grass may seem greener ahead of or behind us…

but it is greenest in our hearts…

Open your heart for loving and healing.

She love the wind.