Need
to step
back.
Wound
tight
we are.
spun up
from birth.
Force fed
all we know.
Everything
we know
from one
tiny place.
One mote
of
spacetime.
Self important
are we.
Self important
we think.
Controlling,
manipulating
changing the
world.
Other ways
exists in
different
places.
Perspective
need more
perspective.
Much to
learn.
Infancy still.

Early morning.
Still dark.
Fire crackling.
Fireplace glow,
lights out.
Dark.
Fireplace glow
baths
everything.
Medieval.
Medieval
feel.
Cold, yet
warm.
Mind
wanders.
Infinity
contemplating.
Where to
turn?
What to
think?
Time.
Time
to think.
Time to
write!
Release.
Release
what’s within.
Clear the
mind.
Start again.
Write!

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds.
PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAAAAY BACK!
Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the field of battle, young warriors in their armor girded for war.
Distant images of time long past. People I once knew, no longer remembering their names. November winds again blowing in my hair, what little I have left. I wonder what paths all those people took? I guess I’ll never know.

Power,
seducer
of souls.
Power,
contorts,
warps,
controls
minds.
Enslaves,
addictiv­e,
perspective
lost.
Any cost
power.
Power,
weapon of
control.
Power,
the few
controlling
the many.
Power,
the ends
justify
the means.
Weakest minds
seduced.
Beware power.
Power to
abuse.
Religious.
Political.
Corporate.
Beware abuse.
Alert!
Question.
Question everything
less ye be
yoked.