More on Us

-------More on Us-------

She is he, He is she.

I've done to you, you do for me.

The only thing holding us back 

are the limits we put to ourselves 

and onto each other.

More in us 

than any other.

But Love weaves shawls upon our eyes.

No difference seen

'tween you and I.

A past of tangles,

untied with touch,

let to go and gather much.

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In the Spirit of Revolt

-------In the Spirit of Revolt-------

The Judge proclaims that there are lessons to be learned,

and his church of weary defenders, complacent

in the dim hope of tradition and Authority's promise, believe every word.

Doctrine, again, and dogmas,

held above the moral progress

of intuition with reason.

A trial has taken an expected course,

and actions again express the belief they are made from.

If it were justice we would speak honestly, but out of fear we do not.

Integrity is realized through one's moral consistency 

to do as they say; it is trust, 

and where it is not souls rise in protest.

The Law will be respected if and only when it and its officers do their job, as they say it - 

to serve and protect the Masses - 

not keep them of the Liberty to do that for themselves.

Its gavel,

once a metaphor for the proclamation of justice being done,

today fills the room with despair again; a lonely, redundant noise;

of saving face rather than facing the change that needs to come.

But revolutions repeat, and that change is coming.

It is the Nature of the human spirit which tells me so.

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A Beautiful Mind

-------A Beautiful Mind-------

More alike than different

the Spring will come like morning does

and awaken our World from sleep;

the Nights renewing,

the breath of Dreams,

the Spirit to its feet.

And each a beautiful dreamer,

with the Winters chance 

to make it real.

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Creation

-------Creation-------

Flowers fall 

from the lips of a dream

and the whole World 

stops.

We have no say 

at Night,

just a hill 

to sit quietly upon

and watch grow the seeds 

we have planted.

Faces change

but the morals of their presence forever repeat.

In that moment 

of Truth,

between Sun's set 

and its rising again,

free from the limits 

of our own distraction,

flowers 

fall 

from the lips of a dream

onto ours.

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Forests of Chernobyl

-------Forests of Chernobyl-------

It once stood tall over the city, an idol

to progress upon the laws of physics,

and now the subject of entropy.

It's restless,

compulsive in a way,

our relations with progress.

Like a kid with too many presents to open

we can't sit still for just one minute

and enjoy what we already have,

before we're off again

opening more boxes,

new doors.

Doors to worlds

and responsibilities

we're not quite ready to accept.

And in the excitement of discovery

we open one too many, and

give life to a power that can take away our very own.

But there is something strangely hopeful

thats found its way

up through the rubble.

Around the foundations

of an old, worn-out,

empty promise

dig roots and climb the vines

of oak and alders,

ferns and pine.

The Will 

that it took to build the beast

is the same Will it'll take to let it go;

to let fall what never should have stood so tall

and to let rise 

the forest in its ashes.

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