You become messier and let the nights events take a toll on your tired body.
I can feel your exhausted spirit finding refuge in my friendship.
I will carry the weight that you cannot sustain.
As you drift into a place of drunken words I let my heart ache for you.
I ache for you to find a spirit who will love you like I do.
A shoulder willing to take this weight off of mine.
A hand who isn't afraid of the power you yield.
You are more than just weary eyes and a strong core.
I want someone to soothe the hollow guilt in your tired mind and let you drift in and out of a peaceful idea.
You deserve to feel the overwhelming passion of life burning underneath you like the heat of a southern summer.
It is such a shame that the only life you seek is in an emptiness of a fake smile and easy eyes.
You need to find the eyes that radiate expectations we all know you can reach.
Eyes that see the love and the beautiful smile that crosses your face when genuine laughter spills from your pores.
You should be able to drown a long day in the steady arms of someone who wants to hold your lazy body.
Someone who can only dream of kissing your beer tainted lips after a night of excitement and youth.
Leave behind the past that writes a sorrow in your heart and find the place that so many of us crave.
A place I once visited in naive attempts at life.
Find consumption.

Sometimes I
                            p
                                o                                      all that I have, all of my energy
                                  u                            & time, maybe even some of my love    
                                    r                       
                                      ­                   into
                             **nothing

Rhythms of Mother Earth
Those which to life give birth
The pulse of all her life
When disrupted cause strife

Why is it we feel better when we go outside?
What has Mother Earth that is not inside?

Everything is connected
                                       And, in turn affected
                                                        ­                 By that which causes disruption
                                                      ­                                                                 ­      Mainly, human corruption
Drop a pebble in a lake
All things affected by that wake
Of those energy waves emitted
Like those from a tower transmitted

Where have the butterflies and bees gone?
Those that took fancy flight above our lawn
Why have their numbers decreased?
And why have more become deceased?

What is this pulse, what is this beat?
That which surrounds us and is beneath our feet?

Mother Earth's heartbeat, herRESONANCE...7.83Hz (hertz)
The same rhythm with which humanity flirts

Circadian rhythm, day and night
Daily cycle of dark and light

A world, from the eye unseen
Yet perceived by those who are keen
Aware of our world which is synergetic
With waves that are light, electric and magnetic

What happens in a world without bees?
Does the fruit still fall from the trees?
Do we want to live without the beauty of flowers?
All for the incessant need for transmitting towers?

What is the ultimate price that we may pay
If we do not hold our cell phones an inch away
As waves lethal as high concentrations of uranium
Are pumped continuously into our cranium

Wireless hot spots become pervasive
Much like a species that is invasive
Birds migratory instincts disrupted
By those towers that have corrupted

That natural balance we have with our mother
A balance that cannot be replaced with another

This resonance attributed to Schumann
Is a frequency that is also human

(C) 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Tell me you're seeing the changes
Watching as the Sun goes  down and the moon rises
Do you think you can handle it?
Can you see my hands waving as time flies?
As it all goes by I'm beginning to see clearly
Like the haze has been dusted and the things I've been fearing
Disappear before my eyes

You don't seem to understand
The line between love and hate
Side stepping the obstacles laid before us
But cowardice is something I've never been able to tolerate
So I'm asking you now
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you prepared to confront the evil turned blessings as they form?