The sky still blue and spacious
our fields grow golden grains
snow capped mountains
are still viewed in placid reflecting pools
fruits and nuts are upon our trees
but as for brotherhood between the seas
the good has become harder to find
our light has dimmed

They came seeking relief from religious oppression
only to convert and pervert what they found
their freedom meant
the abolishment of the ways of
the new world they had come to
with violence and death
taking more land
there was no self control
no liberty
no real law other than
might made right
for the new people did not honor their god
and were deserving of death

These were not heroes
they did not liberate the peoples of this new land
they showed no mercy
there was nothing noble or divine in their treatment
not of the peoples
nor of the lands that they found

They had a dream
of great alabaster cities
built them
but today
these are filled with empty dilapidated buildings
the homeless
and the violence that built them
tears run down the cheeks
of mothers and fathers losing their sons and daughters
tears are shed by the victims
of the religious extremism that was seeded in those early times

How can we continue to sing America The Beautiful?

I am so Grateful, because each of you shine.
Revealing true Hope to me everyday I see you.
For each of you all were created in Christ image.
So each and every day God reveals to me through you.
His Love, perseverance , true Hope as well my Friends.
So yes I am very grateful to have each of you in my life.
For the Christ reveal things through other people here.
He reveal his word, his Love plus many other things.
You just have tio be open to see what he is saying to you.

Their you are, passing by
Not even a look or a smile
And gone you are again
For this brief moment i felt broken and forgotten
I could feel the blood rushing to my head my heart beating like never before
All to find out that you never really cared
That our friendship was an act and my love based on lies
And now all I'm left with is why...

I am sorry that I have not been on the last couple of days been in pain.

If you take a chance and glance
           Beyond that which is called
            Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.  
Seek justice ..but only for a system
         That they rely on to maintain
              . ......A  status quo
          A stagnant pool of nepotism
                    Slash latent schism
                       Where division...
                ....Trumps any decision
    Where progress might find a foothold
       Where justice demands they trust US
               To control a destiny
              Once promised on paper
        That has been perverted
                            Diverted
           Until it is now a point of such
                      Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
          That it's acceptance
               Is as routine
          As the gavels banging
    Or the detention door clanging
                 That it should rattle
                     To the very core
                        Any citizen
            Who believes in the idea of
                Freedom ,human rights
        And the pursuit of happiness
     Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
  Especially when the acidic water
                  Of the shrinking pool
              That we all inhabit.. has...
                  ...Stopped breathing
                   And is slowly dying
      While some keep denying
           That anything is wrong
                     No need to believe
                      That  trouble looms
                         On the horizon
                  So choked with smoke
     That the sun struggles to deliver
          Any promise --dusk or  dawn
         And troubled waters rise up
            In rebellious consternation
        Spilling into unfamiliar places
                             As it chases
       Destitution onto higher ground
                          Of desperation
                              And alienation
          Revelations will soon dictate
    Maybe way ..way ..too late
 That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
        The status quo is all they know
              Those who have the power
      To pull the world together
         But haven't got the will power
               To do anything
                   That might cause them
          To take a chance and glance
               Beyond that which we call
         An extenuating circumstance.

The Same Thing

The same thing you love about me is the same thing you hate , while I was busy playing Don Juan , you had no choice but to move on. The same thing you love about me is the same thing you hate.

My veins go straight to Wonderland
My track marks lead the way
A path I paved with blood and bruise
To stay wide awake for one more day.

The smoke I swirl into my lungs
Leaves calm, deep breaths behind
If I could trade the smoke for air
I would circle spin my mind.

My veins flow with rivers of bliss
My pupils swell to mirrors of black
Each thought races by fast and smooth
Turn on my body, never go back.