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Awake
Posted Jun 27, 2008
The house lies still
The fire crackles
Light flickering like an old film upon the wall
Outside the rain lands without restraint
Souls lie sleeping
Close in space
But far in time
Chopin wafts through the rooms
Han echos in my soul
Longing, restless, searching
The night creeps forward
The air black ink
How long till
Light seeps through the clouds
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Reclamation
Posted Mar 20, 2008
After several hours in the garden my equilibrium has been restored
Humanity is rebalanced
The Son purging my soul of all the horror of the news
The smell of damp earth has replaced the stench of greed
Small flowering plants planted row on row
Offer up the hope of a brighter horizon to behold
How does one stay focused on the noble……. continuing to believe in destiny with faith
How does one not give into fear when it demands to be let in continually pounding at the door of ones mind?
When the racket of the world hollers in your ears and your mind scurries to and fro……seeking calm and quite ……how are you to hear the voice
Why in the garden under the Son…… with birdsong to soothe…. wind to cleanse…
Green to replenish……. small hands to help
Hearts lighten…..minds clear….souls soar communing once more beyond the galaxy
Returning filled with peace and quiet assurance….. not only is it well with my soul….but will continue to be…..
Just seek ye first……and ALL shall be added …I hear Him cry
I know it is true ……He is to be trusted…….
Peace….most precious of all ……Shall not be let go so easily when next he comes to steal
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Economics
Posted Mar 20, 2008
People renting out their souls
A nation stumbling blindly…… trembling…. leaders fumbling to the side
The old and faithful bowed low by the spectre of debt
While the young too stressed to sleep consider......what next?
The faithful husband working 14 hours...... stooped shouldered and head bowed finally drags his carcass through the front door of both his dream and his nightmare
His wife watches…… fear gnawing at the pit of her stomach …tightening its ever growing grasp till all hope is abandoned...... can he survive the pace....yet she dare not express it out loud …. Seeking relief and reassurance for fear it will become truth
what will happen.....should she have to raise the children on her own
...who will be their saviour?
Multinationals going to the wall
their bones bleaching under the investors stare....Yet CEO's.... brown under the foreign sun
The dream is further away......why
Money isn't everything I hear them cry ....but reality begets the lie
Hearts harden and souls freeze
Things kills the spirit
Yet still they ply the plastic trying to numb their souls
buy.. buy…. buy...don't stop to listen to hear your hearts quite yearning….. to hear that still small voice that tells you of your hearts longing....
Interest free…. finance available…… fulfilment just inside the box
Yet somewhere in the blackness of the starry starry night the tender voice is calling..... Pleading..... Listen to me
Yet day evaporates the slender hope while cash registers ring and leaders cry..... Economics will save the day
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economics
Posted Mar 20, 2008
People renting out their souls
a nation stumbling blindly trembling while leaders fumble to the side
The old and faithful bowed low by the spectre of debt
while the young too stressed to sleep consider......what next?
The faithful husband working 14 hours...... stooped shouldered and head bowed finally drags his carcass through the front door of both his dream and his nightmare
while his wife watches with fear knawing at the pit of her stomache...... can he survive the pace....yet she dare not exprtess it out loud for fear it will become truth
what will happen.....should she have to raise the children on her own
...who will be their saviour?
Multinationals going to the wall
their bones bleaching under the investers stare....Yet CEO's.... brown under the foreign sun
The dream is further away......why
money isn't everything I hear them cry ....but reality begits the lie
hearts harden and souls freeze
things kills the spirit
Yet still they ply the plastic trying to numb their souls
buy buy buy...don't stop to listen to hear your hearts quite yearning, to hear that still small voice that tells you of your hearts longing....interest free, finance available fulfilment just inside the box.....
Yet somewhere in the blackness of the starry starry night the tender voice is calling..... pleading..... listen to me
Yet day evaporates the slender hope while cash registers ring
and leaders cry..... econmoics will save the day
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Latest reply: Mar 20, 2008
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