It’s a shame to me,

to witness what’s become of the culture that raised me.

We’re sold on what was preached as good advice.

“Shoot for the moon because even If you miss, you’ll be amongst the stars.”

But see I feel that statement could use some clarification.

Our eyes glisten from the brightness of the so ever infinite beauty,

but what if I told you that beauty was the cause of my pain?

What if I told you that the real moon's right here on planet earth?

There’s 7 billion galaxies right in front of us, going unseen.

What If I told you the term “Shoot for the moon”,

really meant shoot for someone’s heart,

not the one that reigns above us from afar?

There’s the most beautiful galaxy,

nestled beneath the skin of someone

who’s so lost they don’t sleep.

The stars within are cloaked

by the clouds of their depression, Also insecurities.

Waiting to be the butterflies that dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat,

waiting to be your favorite twinkle in her eyes.

Waiting to show you a new color you notice when she smiles and,

that will be your new favorite color.

So If we’ve lost sight of the galaxies within our life,

all because they weren’t visable as hope in the dark night sky.

How long until we lose sight to those too?

UNLESS-

    We-  
of

ALL countries-
ALL languages
All Creeds
Work
Together
v
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TO REGAIN OUR SANITY*

copyright: richard riddle-December 03, 2015

In the great distance I hear
The cries of
A midnight
Train
Passing through a
No name
Town
The dark hovering tree's guard
The lands
Secrets
Of those that
Once
Ruled
Horses hoove prints forever carved in
The concrete
Mud
Below
The cries of death echo in somber tones
On the
Hollow
Plains
Old wagon wheels scattered about
Along the lonesome
Trails
There is a chill in the valley where many said their  last words
Forever trapped in a
Stand
Off
Carrying big irons to warn off the riding rebels
That dare
Trespass
The doors to the saloon ragged and rotten
But you can still hear the music
Wailing and the screams of the
Waitresses as the
Men
Flirted And
Teased
Just outside a tumbleweed blows by
Not a sound to be heard
Its midnight
In the distance I hear
The cries of
A
Midnight
Train

why am i so ******* weird?

your guess is as good as mine
but let us not ponder this too too much

who the **** cares...
celebrate the differences
celebrate those that forge a different path
celebrate the diversity in Mother Nature

who wants to be like the rest of the pack?
who wants to be a sheep?
an asleep sheep?

not me i say!
if there was any i to say....

perhaps the Taoists have something
to do with it
well ... just this last bit.....

they accept all
all practices
unique and varied
sharing
exploring
experimenting...

why must the masses
cast such hate and derision
upon those who are
free spirits?

weeeellllll...
you free spirits out there...
**** em

don't ever change....
be you
you are me
and i love you
and i love me

see what fun we
have

so go on now
be really ******* weird
let's make it one big
fun contest
and drive the rest
CRAZY!