Some believe
Some doubt
Some pray
Some Shout
Some live
Some survive
Some rise up
Some take a dive
Some rejoice
Some abstain
Some imply
Some refrain
Some accept
Some deny    ....But
when you
unknowingly
stepped  on that ant
did it see God in that moment
where we really can't
see the existence of....
     though  we insist we can
While we still seek to see
  wonders
in some...far-off
wondrous place
Whereas I can see God
simply by
holding my hands...
....up
..... in front of my face !

I dare not cross the boundary line
So fair the cost yet not the fine
That takes the toll on all man- kind
As to be pulling taught the rapines knot
That's not the prize for why we fought
For what is right when left has naught
The will to turn back from fates designed
As destiny is ill equipped to leave behind
Any trace of wha it might well divine

So I steer my steed with sudden need
And engage my rage to reckless speed
To race the wind without the need
to persevere against all forces that impeed
I thought it best to take a rest for I confessed
To myself a fear my humanity has regressed
A restlessness pervades as I wander this wilderness
Urging my return to full concern so now I hear the war cries...
                       ...long before I top the crest!

If you wanted to be...the ocean
But find you are not but a wave
One of the many in an ocean full
Consider the fate that did not make....
              ...you a splash in a kiddies pool
So be a wave of full on evaluation
Of all earned worth and consideration
Wash clean the beach of rocks turned sand
Across the eons they churned that span
And pound the beach with unrelenting force
While carving stone in artistic  division and divorce
You may think less the station in life you possess
While all around the world are these trickling streams
        carving while pounding surf haunts their  farthest dreams

There are no ghosts on the static platform
To mark the pivot place where thoughts did form
No trail worn down to mark inspirations passing
Or any way to marvel at all norms they were surpassing
No visionary acuity to be remarked upon by latent hoards
Bent upon the profit margins your trial blazing such affords
Those less keen to  that instinctual drive you own
Left to wander aimlessly by arbitrary lack your  need to atone
By taking no stance , no ownership - those victories and defeats
May sow success and grow victories like flowers at your feat
To what avail if you fail and leave no trail of honest benediction
So honor the whims of chance, and circumstance take a stance
Where question and answer meet foregoing that need to dance
That now days seems so much a driving force by knowing
Wrong answers given are now scribed forever to be showing
No ghost then lives at that pivot point to mark where you turned
Those are not mistakes you find  fear of forever towing behind
They are the markers of the way you came to be....
               ...that you that you designed. !!

Will we find them
Those who believe in just
Just us and justice
Or just the collateral
Both the cost
And the damage
Refrain from
The pain and the strain

We seem to be so ... Much
.. in opposition
But how can that be
If we don't all understand the mission

Clicking along mile after mile clicks in kilometers distance
We need an intermission an
inner mission
Some real resistance
Legality formality it All leads down the hole to mans mortality
Justice became speed bumps
for the rich and powerful
All men are created equal?
Then let's start with some enhancements
More human less technological
Until we get back to that place where humans can be logical
More persistent ... Less insistence
And our opposition should become less resistance

At least we can hope that
human nature is actually
humananallogical

What love beyond
The treasures mount
Of sailing winds
Or spewing fount
Past pure Blue skies
And pristine eyes
That see inside you
Like second sight
What universal wonder
And excitements await
To assist your memories
Those yet to come and
Those still to touch
What dog will be there
awaiting  your reunion
On what eternal spaceship
Will your sights behold
Those things
Your fingertips have yet to touch?

I have wasted time wanting
And wanted time to waste
Passed up those good intentions
Intending to stop back by
At my own perceived convenience
Convenient perception is hindsight in reverse
And when I sought to make it better
My thoughts but made it worse

             I'm so sorry
       For all those things
I never saw
For what they really were!