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A song of love

days like these I wish to fashion the sun into a dress and wear it

tuck my eyes under the water and breathe,

I can pretend to do these things

I hold the trees in my palms and watch my skin turn into leaves

I am the dirt and I am more than clean

I am black

I am white

I am red

I am wise

and I am green

 

mislead and content

driven, far fetched, and bent

I remember that night when whatever we had left, we spent

but it didn't matter that we didn't have money to go out

because we went out to the woods and we set up our tent

we forgot about our superficial laments and immersed in natures scent

 

I don't need the buildings or the cement

**** the bills and **** the rent

and **** all that technology that they continuously invent

it makes us forget what we are

 

I would like to find ears who will listen to me as I vent

about a catastrophic race who has forgotten its blood

who don't let their children go out and play in the mud

who see no beauty in the flowers bud

children who have been completely devoured

by this consuming technological flood

 

I close my eyes and I hear nature whisper its calm lines to me

she tells me that she is sad and that more of us should rise to find

a solution to this anarchy

that by the day, lives that live within her are becoming endangered species

the dieing trees next to me nod their heads and agree

 

she reminds me of the starving children

the dieing men

and the tortured women

my hands feel more empty than before

as I feel helpless

 

but she said, we can all do one thing

love true life, find its answers and upon finding these answers the

world herself becomes a better place

and  unlike anything else that is ageless

she screams love, accept, and appreciate every race

every religion and try to see the innocence in every face

reach out humankind, hands together tangled in a embrace

smile and throw your hands into your universes infinite space

and remember that it is not a specific country

but the earth itself that is your birthplace

 

remember that it is not only the offspring of your mother and father

but every human is a brother or a sister

realize the horrible truths of our society, open your minds up

and learn how to accept and be braver

only by accepting these things that seep between government lines

can we manifest energies that will expose them

so that more people believe

so that more people rise

and more people see

I dare you, to not be deceived; life says

cause ignorance sleeps in bliss

and though this truth may make you grieve

my child it is better to be wise

then to be

naive

 

so come with me, life says; take my hand

don't pack your bags

spread your wings and fly to the true homeland

swim in my oceans naked and dig your body into my sand

feel your heart sing

and your soul expand

now you are truly bathing

 

time comes slower now when it comes to aging

and here people take pride in their wrinkles and gray hair

in their creases they hold many years of happiness and despair

wisdom, and many moments simply loving the raging air

words and silence become one

remember always that the most beautiful things are wordless

and this life is full of scriptures that you cannot see

but that you can feel with every pore on your body

your third eye has opened and your 6th sense has finally came to be

now intuitive, you see beyond what we knew to be beauty

let go of that hardship I beg you

let go of that worry

let go of the angry

let go of that army

dust off that ashy debris

 

and come into this world gently and calmly

 

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midnight-prague
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Aug 8, 2011
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