In the wind
Leaves are falling.
They are near to each other
Yet they are separate.
The brisk wind softly caresses their shapes.
They twist and turn
Fighting to stay afloat.
It's as if they watch each other
Silently watching each other on their journey
Toward the ground.
They are connected by spirit,
but the space between them
Keeps them from ever touching.
They are bound to follow each other until they complete their purpose.
Without warning, one begins to fall
It has lost it's motivation
The life that was underneath it's wings is gone
It has come to a crashing end.
The other sees the cracked body
It falters
The wind is gone
It is falling faster than ever
Following the leaf before
Until it comes to a chaotic rest next to it's love.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Comparisons
he, her, she, him
He loves her
she loves him
they both love each other
We, them, they, us
We love them
They love us
All is well
he, him, she, her
He loves him
She loves her
they both love each other
They, us, we, them
They love us
We hate them
they are wrong
They look for refuge
They strive for peace
They die for love
We close our doors
We fight for what is "right"
We kill their love
He, her, he, him, she, him, she, her
He loves her
He loves him
She loves him
She loves her
They all love each other.
We are not a part of them.
We are filled with hate
We do not love
We do what is "right"
He loves her
she loves him
they both love each other
We, them, they, us
We love them
They love us
All is well
he, him, she, her
He loves him
She loves her
they both love each other
They, us, we, them
They love us
We hate them
they are wrong
They look for refuge
They strive for peace
They die for love
We close our doors
We fight for what is "right"
We kill their love
He, her, he, him, she, him, she, her
He loves her
He loves him
She loves him
She loves her
They all love each other.
We are not a part of them.
We are filled with hate
We do not love
We do what is "right"
As I Sit in My Chair
I ponder;
the shapes on the desk around me
the shape of the one I love
the shape of the minds of those who hate
But most of all I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think;
I think on the sounds down the hall
I think on his sweet words
I think on the want of acceptance
But most of all I think on my actions
I dream;
I dream of the paths I will take
I dream of the places we'll go
I dream of the day when all my dreams come true
But most of all I dream of freedom
I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think on my actions
I dream of freedom
the shapes on the desk around me
the shape of the one I love
the shape of the minds of those who hate
But most of all I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think;
I think on the sounds down the hall
I think on his sweet words
I think on the want of acceptance
But most of all I think on my actions
I dream;
I dream of the paths I will take
I dream of the places we'll go
I dream of the day when all my dreams come true
But most of all I dream of freedom
I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think on my actions
I dream of freedom
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