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Ellen F D May 2019
It rumbles softly
Cascading off leaves with grace
Falling with intentional chaos
Cleansing the Earth
With revitalising purity
Ellen F D Apr 2019
Our world is well and truly ******.
Those who question are labelled as stuck.

Stuck in the prison of their mind,
But aren’t we all stuck? In the prison of mankind?

The differences between us leads to separation,
In essence we are the same, and that should give unification.

Still we fight, defend, attack.
Where is the contemplation, awareness, ability to step back?

The ability to look at ourselves and society,
Notice shortcomings and move forward with propriety.

Our black and white thinking causes us to act unfairly,
All matters are grey - and that can be scary.

The unknown abyss of what is to come,
Is enough to make anyone whimper and run.

Intimidating for you, me, for all on earth.
So let’s face these fears together, and allow a prosperous rebirth.

Like a pheonix from the ashes, we too can rise.
Free ourselves from what we’ve came to accept, a prison, in disguise.
  Mar 2019 Ellen F D
Empire
There's something addicting
About a sharp
And beautiful mind
Full of a clean kindness
Fighting hidden demons inside
Ellen F D Mar 2019
The mainstream is changing,
Do you hear it’s call?
Structures once accepted,
Now begin to fall.

The mainstream is changing,
Do you see it form?
Conversations never had before,
Now become the norm.

The mainstream is changing,
Do you feel the flow?
Look around and look within,
And learn to just let go.

Let go and float wherever it takes you,
Let go of the stories told to break you,
Let go and allow the rapids to wake you.

The mainstream is changing,
Do you sense it too?
All there is to do is let go,
And the journey will find you.
Ellen F D Jan 2019
Everything is grey and we are all alone.

The concrete jungles where we compete for our lives in are grey. The roads where we walk our paths of life on are grey. Dull and grey. The sky is grey and people’s faces are grey. The rumble of the city is grey and never silent, and it is ugly. Nobody smiles and we are all alone.

I look up and everyone is looking down, so I look down too. And I stay looking down at the grey floor beneath my grey feet and I don’t smile.

I do the same grey things every grey day, and I do them alone.

But one day I looked up and was caught off guard. I looked up and he smiled. He smiled at me and I stared back.

I look down and up again, and still he smiled. So I smiled back. I looked around and I saw others looking up, and I saw them smiling too.

I saw the vibrant colour of shop fronts with colourful items in their windows. I saw our roads stand strong under the people’s colourfol feet as they skipped through life. And they didn’t skip alone, they skipped together. Their faces weren’t grey, they emitted an effervescent glow that shone all around. Leaves are green and bark is brown. I squinted and saw the sky was blue... was anything grey? I listened carefully and heard the cities sounds come together in the swell of a symphony. It was never silent, and it was beautiful.

Not everything was grey, I had just been missing the colour. I had been too busy looking down.

I’d been so busy looking down, I never noticed everyone else was looking up, and they had been looking up at the wonderful colourful world together. Did they ever look down? Or did I just think they were?

He looked at me and smiled; and I was never alone again.

And I realised I never was.
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