Reconstituting globalization to
re-imagine democracy.

By throwing out scale we
the economizers are forced
to turn into misers
and the satisfisers
might rid themselves
of their pacifiers.

It's all about story and
consuming someone else's
turns you into
an actor, an automaton.
Was it prescribed?
Were you imbibed?
Then you are impaled
on an un-truth and
living out a script
that is not your own.

Time to get ruthless and
cut those strings that
lead us to, plead us to
buy, buy, buy (and cry, cry, cry).
Of course, we might find
a guru
to lead us to promises
of promised lands but
this ain't the way to
Yahweh

Unlock the path that lies within.

I'm talking 'bout multi-spectrum bridges
resonating in frequencies
that ring true for you:

this is the story of Power Geometry
re-constituted

I can't seem to adjust to how the world always feels dark even when the sun is shining
Because your smile always brightened my days even when the skies were full of sorrow
And I can't tell when it's storming or if it's just my heart screaming out for you again

You were my world but I never truly knew how much you meant to me until your presence became a memory that felt more like a dream than reality
But now it's like I'm living in an unending nightmare where I fall asleep to your heartbeats but wake up next to your corpse

I lie down in the very bed the earth has now become for you
Wishing I could become part of it just to be closer to the person I love once more
But that isn't how life works and I still can't figure out why it would take something so good and strip this world of the few beautiful things it has left
And if you can hear me wherever your soul has traveled to please just know that I will always love you

I will always love you..

Like sand in the hour glass
life keeps slipping past.
Fading eternally
moving so fast.

Summers come
and summers go.
Joy and happiness
Grief and agony.

One day its here
next it's gone,
its elusive
fragile and small.

We cannot tame it
we cannot control it.
It rules its own destiny
it comes when it chooses.

Like reading the last sentence
of a wonderful book,
or the last tranquil note of a love song,

So too do I watch the final pages of summer
fade away.

I do not know whether to grieve
for it is gone,
or to rejoice
for the memories it left behind.

I think I will rejoice
for it has been a summer to be remembered
full of wonders and excitement,
adventure and peril
love and happiness.

Like the setting of the sun
so too must the pages of this sweet season
fade.

Farewell to the fading pages
of sweet summer time.

Listen to the songs of the trees
Close your eyes and see them singing.
Effortlessly they hum and chime
they burst into song
when ever the need arises,
they fill the earth with beauty
and fill the forests with their
sweet songs.

So close your eyes my dearest friend
and watch as they serenade each other
with melodies.
Hear their rhythm
feel the warmth of their song,
capture the moment
and never forget its magic.

For when the songs of the trees
arise more powerful the roar of the seas,
something stirs
within the heart of the wylde.
And the world for a beautiful moment
becomes young once more.

The stars dance like children
their reflections laugh and play
on cool waters.
The sun and the moon
join together in wondrous song,
and the whole of the world freezes
for just a moment, dazed in the beauty
of the trees songs.

The trees shift and sway
they dance to the glory
of what their songs have wrought.
They bask in the magic of the moment
and twist and turn
moan and creak to the beat of the magic.

So be mindful my most trusted friend
to always stop and listen
to the song of the trees.
For you might just get a glimpse
of this magic I speak of.
The magic of the trees.