Poetry

Time for Herstory A New Nation

Time for Herstory

On loose-leaf pages
     the stages were measured
   changes charted as seasons
 reasons parted for believing
so we are leaving,
     the current order
             has failed us.

The trust on which 
      We rely
 originated before 
     the wicked 
           lie.

   Fire 
          Flies
                  as we
                             Die.

A New Nation

Under lunar cycles of righteousness
I write my book.
With the spell of timelessness casted
I take my look -
                    Around 
                    the world change is coming
                    darkness and despair are ending
                    Armageddon

Who will survive?
                     Vive means to live
                     How much will you give?
Up to Infinity
Our destiny is not "prosperity" 
Commercial activity is killing the Earth.
Erasing our memory.
                    "Progress" is ending we

In my heart I know strength
and through weakness I cultivate qi
                    I get to know me so as not to be
                                herded like a sheep.

An army of do-gooders
is replacing the army of freeloaders
as creators are given stronger bodies over time.
                    Consumers get filtered through evolution
                         because they provide no solution
                             show no respect to the Ocean
                                                         Earth
                                                  Fire
                                        Water
                                                   or Heaven.
I follow curved lines that know no boundaries.               

As Heaven boundaries imagination
     Brothers and Sisters inspire to create their destination.
So reality has no limits
     Infinite Blessings is not a gimmick


Rainbows appear to heal the strife
       and as the soil is washed into the sea
              our minds degenerate into insanity.

So generate compassion by equally dividing the ration
given to the global village
                                         because the Earth 
                       is our only carriage.

Divorced in our marriage we perish -
    as war drums beat down the pulse of hope.
But, in the hearts of the believers lies freedom -
     and on the path to simplicity
              WE BECOME RECIEVERS

empty vessels to cipher out pain
thus to sustain  
                      the word of Truth.
We Tha Youth Must Rise In Order 
For The Rest To Survive.
              Recognize the systems that hold us
        were created by us -
               So the actions that liberate
       must be based on Trust.

Humyn potential is the mushroom cloud 
   that hovers in the atmosphere
and humyn nature will be rooted in despair
   until we confront the past -
ask loudly:
          WHY DOES THE VIOLENCE LAST?!


Remove the mask
                         and let the music take you
Rearrange and remake you
                        walk the roads of Creation
and we together will be born - 
                        A New Nation.