Oh God Please

help us
no more war!
stave the 
gushing blood of our wounds

bile, hatred, fear, greed, revenge




Swords drawn, guns cocked

We line up on the side of 
Light or Darkness





Beloved, how can I ask for the end of war
when there is a dark battle raging in my own heart?




The Bhagavad Gita says the real war is within

seething in our hearts and minds
We must first slay the enemies inside ourselves




Yes! This abysmal war has gone on long enough

we've wrestled with countless angels and demons
over the course of many lives, many battlefields


Every pink and golden glorious sunrise
Mercy dawns
a chance to embrace the moment
with all our heart and soul


We breathe in
innocence
a new day
fresh beginning

she leaves
everything
on a page,
all her sorrow,
her love
and her rage,
and I truly believe
she will write
herself free
of the jailers
who fastened
her cage.

I may make no attempt to rhyme,
But please understand that it is because I’m trying to convey something I have never found words for.

I once was met with an indescribably powerful force, it came in the same sensational form as a hug.

But I will never be able to call this that, nothing I have ever nor will ever find, no matter how close the form, can compare to this.

I am not speaking out of romantic fashion, or idealized thinking, but out of something I can only describe as equal to power as the Great Spirit who fashioned all of this.

But even if this sentence were to **** me,

I am much more than satisfied.

I wish you were,
Still just a human to me.

I don't want to look at you,
And see poetry.

We dance with the birds and the wind.

The roar of our engine gives us such a big grin.

But someone has two left feet.

This soon spelled tragic defeat.

We fell like comets from heaven.

This dance of death left only eleven.

buried on that beach,
is something I shall never cease to preach.