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They shut me up in Prose—
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet—
Because they liked me “still”—

Still! Could themself have peeped—
And seen my Brain—go round—
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason—in the Pound—

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity—
And laugh—No more have I—

Bring me

A time where food was for eating;
Thus, no hunger, nor over eating.
A time where clothes were for warmth;
Thus, no cold, no glamour.
A time where night did not sheath criminals;
Thus, dreams were merrily spoken.
A time where humanity was whole;
Thus, no discrimination.
A moment where time didn't exist;
Thus, no one sweated being late.

Time came and it went..

So there once was a wise man who said,
"A man's reality cannot be perceived beyond
the confines and restrictions of his own ability to think."
No matter what color you are, what language is spoken,
there is a harmony that is needed.
And spoken in ALL LANGUAGES that is an
eternal truth.
Now to say this is a man or woman
tapping into something beyond him/her self
is paradoxical because the outside is the self.
And when it is all one there is one thing needed;
And that, my friend, is harmony.

~

Silent Tone

When all chaos is settled, there is the ability to think.
In that ability and voice, all truths are spoken.
And that truth is emptiness - being alone but all one.
A single mechanism breathing it's gears to create
what surrounds you.
But that is behind the scenes and there is
a show outside.