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Meagan Castro Nov 2014
I wear spectacles,
as my vision is broken.
I ride the wanderous trails,
until I am out of tokens.
Each cell of my body excites,
as my senses are tickled.
Life's majestic frights and delights,
of magical visuals and sounds of purity.
As I lay of the bed of decay,
I see the trees their skin and long limbs,
as they stretch and protect the creatures that frolic and play.
Meagan Castro Nov 2014
And let it flow
as the current streams from your lips
as your words paint the magnificent
your words branch into the images I see
The images I see infect my dreams
lingering into daydreams of places I wish to see
mountain top huts to drink tea
because the passion I feel to see and be
stems from the singular thought
that poured into a picture
and when I reached to grasp
I needed to be part of my steady wanderous day dream
Like an addict I feign for the sights I haven't yet seen
flowing heavily like the spring stream
exhilarating the  sense of exploration
Meagan Castro Sep 2014
Spark my interest,
Make me feel alive.
Show me new lands,
Make me feel a new kind of love.
Send me on a new kind of high,
make me feel like I am breathing for the first time.
Because I am an animal,
The beast waiting to set free from inside.
You must harness my intellect,
and devour my sensual desires.
Fulfill my curious mind,
challenge my knowledge.
Explore my world,
let me into your world,
and discover a new world.
Where we will share more than just memories,
We should share a common goal,
Surf a mutual vibe,
And search for a common drive.
We should feel the earth's heart beat,
we should be in sync with the waves,
with eyes dilated as we stare into the future with a love for the unknown.
Let us explore the unknown. Together,
Lets sift through, as we wander wit a sense of mystery.
I feel the need to write. It is unedited and unfiltered
Meagan Castro Apr 2013
Homelessness is not for the weak,
It is not for those who seek pity, or the meek.
It is a building block of inequality,
The inequality of our civil liberties.  
The powerful gained power by climbing over the corpses,
Frozen to the grounds we deplete.
Death of the elements, while being viewed as a ****.
A **** growing on the land they own,
Hoping to ride us from their home.
Bearing to arms to cause harm,
Broken souls whom seek to reform.
The diamond covered in dirt that gets kicked around and discarded.
In the moment, an everlasting present struggle for vitality,
Survival becomes an unknown reality.
The laws smother the potential fire beneath the hopefuls’ wings,
Clipping dreams of hope, never lending a nurturing hand.
Be the one to stand against,
Be progressive, insightful viewing the world through others’ lens.
It is a beautifully unique story an individual faces,
Be the good, the hopeful love, compassion and understanding embraces,
Is the revolution against starvation
Meagan Castro Apr 2013
A mountain of decay fills the land I see,
Infects the air we breathe.
Legal poison into offspring’s veins,
The invisible people of color that reside where the rest dispose.
The toxic fumes are the silent killer never brought to justice,
Wiping out the poverty stricken with manmade waste.
Banished to the wasteland with only what is in hand,
Nothing to defend from the monster society created.
The rich leaving toxic bombs at the poor’s front doors,
Of those who cannot afford the same rights to breathable air.
When will the smoke stack begin to fall?
When will the air I breathe cease to make my nose bleed?
When will the land on which I lay revive instead of decay?
When will society stop treating us like rats living in their sewer?
We are the people of impoverished  wasteland depleting away.
Meagan Castro Apr 2013
Morbidity is the recognition that the rollercoaster will end,
Death is the bright Exit light foe or friend.
Some look to it as an escape when running,
But what monster and issues have you gunning.
Moving towards the unknown with different speed,
Why do we ponder it as a choice?
Suffering, and pains guide voice.
A train into the unknown,
No room for belongings and all the known.
Memories left behind,
I hope the transition is kind.
I do not know if I am at peace with parting,
I feel that the real me is present and my life is just starting,
I once took this life for granted,
Looked for an exit and peered in.
Only to slam it shut and crumble down,
Down into a pile of mush,
I was broken diminished and needed an internal push.
I now see this life through a new lens,
No longer tarnished and scratched, refocused and bright eyed.
I am now a better me than I was before,
And will continue to grow until I pass through the door.
Meagan Castro Apr 2013
We fight to gain,
Betray, manipulate, coerce, and cause pain.
A shadowy dream lingers with the strongest weapon, hope.
Shining a light on the darkest hour, it persuades the poor helping to cope.
Condemn the masses to eternal submission without question,
Sign ourselves away to perish with an unequal portion.
Knowingly we adopted the vile, the ******, we neglectfully signed on the dotted line;
Willingly give our money, homes taking all they can find.
Digging our graves, camping bare, wilting away;
The royal transmit imperishable wealth to which they say.
95% still stand waiting to bat, while the privilege not even having to run the bases.
It is easy to steal and manipulate with authority without seeing the faces,
Of the people made to fail, functioning as your stepping stone to higher class,
Leaving the rest in the concentration camps of the working class.
Humanity is flawed with deception and greed,
Our society does not wash the hand that feeds.
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