Post by AquarianM on Feb 5, 2005 at 10:43am
You Are NOT Alone...
There was a bad whisper coming from the high hill, just a lie on the wind.
Followed by many, and many more.
You chose NOT to listen while you spoke of sunshine,
Dreamt of warm hearts and caring arms being a global fashion,
Sowing the seeds that would devour the bull refuse in a blaze of green and sunshine,
You wrote poems that spoke of a spirit of giving and caring and inclusion.
Eyes are opening with every whiff of bad wind blowing, believe it.
A thousand years of peace is not a dream - just a prayer waiting to happen,
And you stand there with love in your heart for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall...
Wondering why you only hear dark and see dark and dream light,
Waiting for tears to end and people to "get" embracing everyone - instead of coloring circles of enclosure.
Don't just change the channel...turn it off, leave pages un-turned, go into a different paradigm.
If you look in the right places there are thousands and millions awake,
See the right weathervane - it's racing in bit torrents like a flood,
The congregation rising from where the fooled say only fools live,
But you can see that the finger pointing for lunacy is being done by the insane.
Look up - look out and about - see all the sunshine and cool breezes....you are NOT alone.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 02/05/2005
There was a bad whisper coming from the high hill, just a lie on the wind.
Followed by many, and many more.
You chose NOT to listen while you spoke of sunshine,
Dreamt of warm hearts and caring arms being a global fashion,
Sowing the seeds that would devour the bull refuse in a blaze of green and sunshine,
You wrote poems that spoke of a spirit of giving and caring and inclusion.
Eyes are opening with every whiff of bad wind blowing, believe it.
A thousand years of peace is not a dream - just a prayer waiting to happen,
And you stand there with love in your heart for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall...
Wondering why you only hear dark and see dark and dream light,
Waiting for tears to end and people to "get" embracing everyone - instead of coloring circles of enclosure.
Don't just change the channel...turn it off, leave pages un-turned, go into a different paradigm.
If you look in the right places there are thousands and millions awake,
See the right weathervane - it's racing in bit torrents like a flood,
The congregation rising from where the fooled say only fools live,
But you can see that the finger pointing for lunacy is being done by the insane.
Look up - look out and about - see all the sunshine and cool breezes....you are NOT alone.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 02/05/2005