Sensitive and Unafraid
Nestled next to God
Whom she claims to know
One day
She took in a crippled stranger
Who was blind and corrupt
Unable to live, unwilling to die
She did not smile at first
Unsure of the blind and corrupt man
Though he was as afraid of her
As she was awesome in her fearlessness
She taught God and happiness
He was an anarchist
Slowly she understood
That the stranger did not know what she knew
So they came to an accommodation
Each would grow.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
Dance
When you are sixty you can dance...
It is not however
The dance one dances at twenty-one
When you dance the dance of freedom and grand
Illumination
When you dance at sixty
It is a dance to the grave
But it too can be liberating and joyful
As you waltz around the borders of life
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
We Pray Peace,
And Act War.
Beat our swords into plowshares?
Ah, but the world has closed to old ideas.
Lay down your arms soldier,
For who are you fighting for?
And for what?
And why?
The Tournament Of World Power
Is now into overtime.
And the players tire.
But the coaches move us,
With the pep of a teenager's drive and intellect,
Oblivious.
The blissful oblivion of conscience undone.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC