I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.


At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.


The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.


As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.


I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.


I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.


But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

All she ever wanted
Was for him to shout "love" from the rooftops.
For him to take pride in
Giving her something to be proud of.
She deserved it,
To be shown off and held closely
Like the feast of flowers that she is.
For all the world to know that she is,
His goddess.

from a somber whisper to a roll of thunder
the gods have awakened from their slumber
the dream that they collectively believed
was a long range message to receive
in an effort to relieve us from machines
and the labels that they place on every thing
it's a fable a facade a safe place be to a sheep
so when all the other great ones were asleep
and a couple went astray it made them think
that they would have to start war to make some peace

their logic is dependent on limits so when we bend it
they'll befriend it for the moment for a minute just to get it
just to get an edge
just to get ahead
meanwhile, the earth bound spirits get stronger living dead

tragic how we go from ****** to chasm
in the hope that it would all work out but pull a spasm
bound by human error like muscles in skin
expecting to see light while abundant in sin

vivid pictures are how puzzles begin
snakes double as friends
claim they love you, find the trouble within
exploit faults in hopes that theirs come to an end
give them space to see the hate and they'll love you again

Between the third rock and a hard place,
we spark in a dark space
where the heart quakes
and "smart" makes man
exclusive to a fault.
The ego locked the answers
to our freedom in the vault.
After wars were fought,
people and thoughts were bought.
The devil lost,
running up the score would cost
the well being of the land.
Hard to to see the meaning
even through the short spans
but over time we understand.
In order to reprimand
before we judge, we must demand
that we give ourselves as much love
and acceptance as we can.
For space is just a portion of never-ending expansion,
don't forget to praise the lord of your own planet.