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The greatest factor in affecting change is an individual's will to change.

       

Sleeping Beauty

And now my every dream

is a poisoned memory

of the final kiss

you stole away from me

Goodnight sleeping beauty

may you always be

the sun in my sky

the apple on my tree.

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Thinking you are the best at something is confidence

Telling everyone you are the best is cockiness

A little food for thought

See the drunk man

See the drunk man

His face is dressed in a quarter smile

While one eye plays tricks on the other

His words run heavy with sweat

Tripping each carefully balanced thought

Bored at the coffee shop. Ill add more later, but for now its back to work.

I-eye-I

Between a perfect horizon cut off by pillars of doubt
and the anchor of loves dream
in each words kiss
the truth begins to ascend
After all has been revealed
the sun will follow in suit
bringing intentions of a new day
that blinds the silent sorrow

Bleeding in transparent form-
covered by the brow of guilt
it fills the soulless void
until time decides to sear
Now clarity gasps for air
and its own identity
shrouded by pain
bleak in its new reflection

Realizing an adjoined precedence
and the path to a counterfeit heart
still willing to be lead astray
and resist this primal surrender
remaining lost in certain wait
and reverie in kind
longing for rescue
from endless consequence

This is not about war!

This is not about war!
This is not about our leaders, teachers, preachers
Those charged with our lives.
No not our lives, at least not all.
Though some have chosen to give life,
and others were simply chosen
without a choice
Not given a voice
But we all have a voice
or so they say.
I say we need to speak up
but you don't hear me.
Can you hear me?

This is about change!
The currency of alteration.
The sense of insurrectionary tender,
pressed by minds of altruistic men
and disbursed by the fearless.
Well not fearless,
for they are the ones who fear the extant of contented prevalence.
This raze of profitable advance.
So we must make a stand!
But who will stand to gain from such a stand?
And at what cost?
For the roots of evil will bear the fruit our ascent,
and hypocrisy will fuel our struggle.

This is about revolution!
A siege of restitution
for souls misled,
innocent blood shed,
poverty unfed,
and hope left for dead.
Wake up!,
its all in your head.
Planted with the seed of sentience.
Pregnant with obligation.
Birthed and raised by imperious action
because father time and mother earth are mortal.
And though we are eternal,
we must act now!

This is about you and me!
This promised land of promise
not given to us for free.
We must take back what is ours!
But it was never ours,
and if it were,
could we bear the weight of its burden?
Or are we just as weak,
strong only in our speech?
Damn, listen to me.
Maybe I should quiet
and listen to He,
because only in death will we truly be free.

This is not about war!
This is about the battle within!
This is about....what you make of it!

Beau Ideal

Beauty:
She is an invitation
A portrait rejecting her painter
Yet longing for life in the stroke of His brush

Fashioned:
In the image of perfection
Manifested in her essence
But evanesced in her eyes

Broken:
By the weight of the very color she bears
Bleeding tears of eternal hope and pain
Visible only to those who will listen

Precious:
No price can be given to her
Though she has been bought in full
From the source of her worth

Captured:
As if time stood still just for her
Bound by the borders of His keep
Not knowing here she is truly free

Beauty:
She is an invitation
Lost in everlasting
Preserved in mind