She stared out her window, it was scary and dark
Harvest Moon reminding her of all she forgot
The crickets sweet song, was a deafening roar
Harvest Moon calling, come and explore

This night and what would transpire, she already knew
The fear of it all, invaded her mind and grew
She decided to be brave and examine it all
It was the end she feared, not the fall

Harvest moon hung in the sky big and bright
She ventured outside in the soft orange light
The fireflies fluttered and danced under the trees
The leaves rustled with the chilly northern breeze
Her eyes darted and searched, fear clung to her
"why did this orange night occur "
She always thought this night would be red
Not this beautiful orange hue of the moon instead

The shadows reached out to her soul and beckoned
Feet hesitating for only a short second
Now deep in the woods no light escaped through
Harvest Moon not seeing her, once orange turned blue

The owls asked her questions
That we dare never mention
She answered them all with tears and with truth
Oooh those owls where such cunning sleuths
She walked on through the forest decay
Telling the shadows of memories to just stay away

She broke through the dark tree line
Leaving those deep inky shadows behind
She had came to a field of bittersweet wheat
Her fingertips brushed the tops as she walked with bear feet

Harvest Moon smiling to see she made it through
Her mind was the forest where the dark thoughts flew
Nightingales came to sing a song of rebirth
For that is what happens when you leave this earth

She stood in that field ready and willing
For the razor sharp scythe to do it's reaping
In the soft orange glow of that night
Harvest Moon made everything right
Her sorrowful life over with a whimper, not a boom
You'll find her up there visiting that glorious Harvest Moon

~~~

I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!

Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!

Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!

Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....

Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016

Confessions of a former drug addict

I was an alcoholic
Did drugs into the night
I started at 11
Did anything in sight
'Til my brain was addled
I wasn't very bright
Soul sickness was my problem
Did not know wrong from right
But Jesus healed my spirit
I finally saw the light

I started as a bartender
For my family do's
I catered to their parties
And I began to use
I served up martinis
They could not refuse
Made 'em good and strong
Began with one or two
Soon I became drunk
And started to abuse

Then I did white crosses
Marijuana trees
I did angel dust
Also known as ***
No ******* or ******
But I did LSD
Discovered yellow jackets
And drank peyote tea
I couldn't ever get enough
And that was all for me
At 14 years old
It was catastrophe
Then I found religion
Known as Scientology
It was total *******
But I finally broke free!

I went for years not drinking
Had no acid trips
I loved a natural high
And no drug passed my lips
But life has twists and turns
Much pain and great hardship
I had to run away
Just took a couple sips
Embarked upon a journey
On substance abuse ships

I finally found the needle
******. *******.
I preferred the uppers
Manic highs obtained
I found I could not get away
And so my soul was stained

Then I started smoking it
I liked that best of all
It was like the peak of bliss
That high I still recall
But with every High
There's always a hard fall

I tried Scientology
The SRF and more
But my soul was very sick
Rotten to the core
I was finally Shipwrecked
On a hostile shore
I tried AA and Rehab
But they could not restore
Beaten down to nothing
I was finally floored

Then I met my Jesus
And I was so inclined
To go to church 3 times a week
And the Spirit shined
Gave water to my thirsty soul
My very bones aligned
He restored my body
And He restored my mind
When I finally broke free
Of the religious grind
No matter how the roads will turn
How they wend and wind
I have seen the valley
Mountains I have climbed
Now I know within my soul
His Mercy I will find

And so Jesus saved me
It happened overnight
I woke up a different person
With the strength to fight
I have new eyes to see now
He's restored my sight
No longer in deep Darkness

I have seen the light!*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/3/2016

lest love and heart and freedom die among
the city streets be known
we have the choice of peace to war upon

t'is best to be the struck then wage a battle
of moral codes with
fists and guns

For those who fight with hate and anger
are bowing down to those
with power, we must first be ourselves

pure and right and honorable, stand
up to wrong with acuity
and strength of mind

not be the same aggressors
ignorant violent and greedy
like our oppressors,

But our place in history will
look back and judge us
honorable, wise peaceful
and good men.

In the end we will win.

In this world
People take a love like mine
For granted.
In this world they teach
Work as habit.
To earn love one must work,
Jump, leap, impress.

Second chapter of the book
So many attest
Claims the glory of the first
Is second at best
And work is introduced as
Deliverance, a path to love.

That love is a contest,
Something to win, hold,  capture.  
Something we must run after.

This is the thing about in sight,
When we look within we see
History and what's been written
Has an agenda,
Generations long.
Deliverance, indeed.

Our current world has been created
For us to literally see.
Cloaked with options
That create division and
Defame neutrality.
In the light though, we see
Both are needed and necessary.
From ONE WE come,
From unconditional love we come forth.
And so to my point,.

My voice, my truth.
Love is.
Its embrace is YOU.
be your self.
Love unconditionally,
Be true to you.
It's so simple it sounds basic and silly.
Though if you follow my lead,
The light within will begin to
Bleed out.
Your heart will be overcome with
Acceptance and understanding
And your mind will begin to overcome
Doubt.
You will begin to feel free,
The gift of what is.
Love anyways,  unconditionally.