She is no leader, nor follower, no judge, nor jury.
No hope that consumes nor burns bright the integrity of wilting moral.
She is not lustful, nor prideful, nor holy.
No devoted congregation praising blindly amongst rotting archaic ruins of paper.
She pulls another card, seeking clarification to each previous: holding it in her callused hands as if it were a precious gem; something of value and respect.
She breathes in deep, closing her eyes in careful consideration, and slowly she utters... "What message dost thou have for me today?"

I held your hand and shared in your fears; Sat long in the night, now I’m jaded by years.
We two are but drifters, two ships passing by; engulfed in our tragic Shakespearean plight.
At one time it was laughter, that roared through these walls; now suppressed sounds of mobiles echo some ****** tone.
I lie down beside you, wishing daylight was here; alone in my grief, for the one I hold dear.
Salt stains the pillows, as tears leak from my cheek, and I feel like wailing: though I make not a sound.

We are two molecules. Each with polar opposite charge. The attraction exists, for it is a force which determines our moment. Our moment can be determined by multiplying the distance between our atoms by our charge. Without this bond- life as we know it would have never existed. May our friendship be a sound reminder of this.

As the moon drifts further into the starry void,
Turning seas into watery graves;
The sun exudes heat, melting icecaps, and stirring up ecosystems.
Burning still in underground caves;
Coal...natural gas.. What shall we do? When all is consumed, there will be no use for you!
Soon they say, we shall fall, despite government policies like Kyoto protocol;
We have made better steps to ensure our safety...
But is it too late? Has our haste not been hasty?
Have our efforts been as strong, as the cars that we drive?
As the days move along; what will survive?
That is the question that comes first to mind;
Before clearing the thickets of woodlands and pine.
Before killing the terrorists... although I'm concerned;
Are we not the terrorist, to the rainforest and fern?
"Of course not!" they say, with such ill-thought conviction;
Well if that is not the case, then tell me your plan of transition.
Instead of restriction. We all have a right to be free; but each of us needs to understand and practice sustainability.
Like every tree, or animal that came before me...
All have a place in the world, which we live,
All have a reason, and truth that they give;
All have a story and a place in our history,
All have the same future; it's not such as mystery!
We are born, then we die, and go back to the land.
Never mind of religion; if it's used to command.
They will try and find a reason of sharing no blame,
For themselves, to the earth, to the wind, to the rain.
But now is the time when reality sheds light, on the brave few that are given wisdom and insight;
To stand up and be counted, will not take any lies; will not salute any flags, will not stand up and fight;
In any war - peace is upheld.... Guns are forgotten, and people are not jailed;
For speaking their thoughts, not keeping them in; to turn into cancer - of sadness and sorrow...
Tomorrow we say.... we'll get up and start, but it's time for a change.
If not to the world - then at least to your heart.

Between the continuous tick of clocks, the muffled wanes of silence creeps;
Upon the brow lines form with time, the inevitable truth we all must face.
Immortality we chase, but somehow lost; the delicious presence we dare impeach;
We toss and turn but cannot sleep;
The future seems all that we strive to seek.
How can that be? With all that we see? In front of our eyes but we are diverted to stop, appreciating each other, each day a new step; each moment a blessing; each feeling a new depth...
An experience! however small; begging our brains and our heart to just wait....
Be patient with words and thoughts that expel in constant battle to say the next word.... The next word... how about the next action? Or inaction? Gain traction until we are tired of asking about where we are from or why we are here.. my dear I agree it's much easier to fear! But to be fearless requires something few have got....
Take in a deep breath.... and breathe...
Look up at the trees and see the soft wind.
Feel the sun dance upon your skin.
There is something beautiful about growing old.

The mountain is firmly planted in the radius expanse. Snow caps the peak with luminescence: a bright dream or hope lies in the shallows of its caves. The long walk is reminiscent of songs or percussions. Ebb and flow of notes like rising tide or adventures in the woods. Treacherous at times, yet kind. Cradling every juncture and goal with delicate hands. Strong, steadfast, and grounded like Capricorn. Set your intention for the year ahead. Use your intuitive faculty to guide you; to guide you to your higher and most greatest form of self.

Here we ago again, still the same old thing;
Try and fool myself but there is only pain;
It's hard to trust you anymore with my heart;
Thinking surely you must feel the same.
But how is it? That you can go, so hot and cold, so many obstacles, you need to search your soul and find what's missing... but please listen, I am not the one, that's going to sit around and be whittled down; think it's about that time... we need some distance.

I will always love you honestly;
So please stand right back and let me breathe;
I'm not trying to dip; I don't want to leave;
But I know I got to be free....

Please don't play games; or place the blame;
We all want the same.... we want the same thing.
But this wedding ring has suffocated me; I just want to chill, I just want some peace.
So you do you, and let me be;
Just slow your role and let me see...
Are we meant to be or just meant to be?
I just know I got to be free.