We let the dancers dance,
The singers sing,
And The prayers pray.
We let the dreamers dream,
The hunters hunt,
And the fighters fight.
We let the sinners sin,
The painters paint,
And the players play.
So why don't we let the lovers love?

Crouching silently,
The hunter lies still
Barely a breath escapes
His agile body.
With the speed
Of a fierce lion
And the precision of
A skilled hawk
He spots his tiny prey

He watches
Using practiced patience
For the perfect moment
Then
It is done
As quickly as the hunt began
An arrow pierces it's target
Silent and quick

The hunter is successful
And the prey unaware
It was ever in scope

Sometimes I wonder
Is this like life?
Unaware until it is
Just
Too
Late.
Or am I in control,
Swiftly passing through?
I suppose it
Begs the question
Am I the hunter,
Or the hunted?

Those green eyes and long red hair,
A fox too cunning to stay close to me,
I am the predator and she is the prey,
Although it doesn't feel like that is to be,
I had my chance - Once.
I had the upper hand,
I squandered my chance,
Through the eye of the rifle I looked,
And never sealed it,
I took down crows instead,
But her the fox was the most beautiful,
She hunts now,
But not for me.

we are all trying to survive
to escape the hunter

except the predator is our mind
and the prey is our physical being

the bridge-builder wants access
ease of travel to distant shores
free movement people and goods
the peace of family friends and nations
enemies coming together on common ground

Write because...

your thoughts
                                are more precious
                                than the finest golds.
your imagination
                                is more vivid than
                                your most treasured
                                childhood memory.
your creativity
                                is more boundless
                                than the ends of
                                the earth.
your opinions
                                are more valued
                                than you may think.
your feelings
                                are more valid
                                than you've been told.

And most importantly write because...
                        W  o  r  d  s     a  r  e    p  o  w  e  r  f  u  l.

*"Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts." -Patrick Rothfuss