Cirrus

Cirrus Sep 2018

They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain

They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt

They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing

They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world

I sit in a hovel cold and wet
I wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind

Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood

And so will we be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell

If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans

Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate

Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them

Cirrus Sep 2018

Do you really do as you think you do

as the world burns the children cry
        do you need to wonder why
        tears of sorrow run down ***** faces
        do you care or dare to know why
        the cause is never the cure for pain.

as we seek the light of the eternal night
       we turn our eyes slowly away from it
       do you know or just think it goes away
       it takes more than words to make it the way.

my wish is to find the way to brighten the hurt away
       how can i fix this mess when it is all such a mess
      a drop in the ocean sets the tide in motion
      those hungry eyes look into your soul and wish for small.

it takes so little to make it right
for the small to seek the light
be good and kind and in your heart you will find
what you should do

Cirrus Sep 2018

Shall it never end

spiral stair cases flying in the sun
soaring in the clouds above the moon
waiting for juliet to come from above
to guide romeo with passions and love

together they soar through space and time
love that never dies is beyond all time
though they no longer have earthly form
their smiles are gentile and warm

it is without doubt that it was meant to be
floating in clouds of a crystal sea
hand in hand they fly past the moon
into the mists of the eternal mind

— The End —