I
Fire in the sky—a celestial rain of colors bursts
Shooting into space from a mountain of faces.
The stars do not know the reason of bombardment
Is the signing of a piece of paper by fifty-six men who
Long ago pushed up daisies fighting a war
Between a mother and her rebellious child across the ocean.
To fly like a bird,
Soaring in the heavens,
The air rushing past your face,
Creating a roar.
To be above the clouds,
No engine's noise obscuring
The passing eagle's cry.
To fly.
To be the master of the sky,
To know it's every trick,
To ride an updraft,
Rushing upwards on it's power.
To rest, on a pinnacle of rock,
Higher than the highest climber's reach.
To know, that you are the stuff of legends,
And in every poet's dream.
Have you ever held the rain,
Touched the water, smooth like glass,
Walked barefoot through the dew,
Lay carefree in the grass?
Ever tried to reach a star?
Helped a hummingbird to fly?
Ever tried to brave the storm,
Watch it turn back to blue sky?
If you've cried with snowflakes dying,
Ever heard a flower sing,
Ever joined the willow crying,
Ever seen a song take wing,
Ever dared to feel the magic,
Ever heard the griffin's call,
Caught the eye of shining dragons,
Ever seen a phoenix fall,
Sun baked brown soil of the earth.
Silence in its respite.
Resting, waiting…
Seasons passing, snow melting.
Soaking up the essence of the planet,
Storing up richness.
Waiting…
Rumbling.
Silence is broken.
Steel tines pushing dirt into rows.
A seed, spinning, falling.
Now nestled in a bed of brown.
Darkness closes…
The promise sleeps.
Awakening
From this dream
Fading
From your eyes
Oh so cold
Hold me close
And I'll
Sing to you tonight
Do I even look alive?
'Cause I feel so dead inside
Yeah
Do I even look alive?
'Cause I feel so cold inside.
Please take hold of me tonight.
And I know I'll be alright.
Before you know
The story goes in another direction
Maybe there's more to this
Another line to say.
Take my hand
Lead me by
The still waters
Oh
Take me there
I have been taking a class to learn about different worldviews so that I can better defend my own, and explain it to others. This week we learned about ethics, specifically Cosmic Humanist and Postmodernist ethics.
The world was bare and brown. The crops had been gathered from the fields and the trees had lost their leaves. A boy of about sixteen stood observing the area. It was strangely quiet for an October day. All the wild animals were gone. “There must be a storm comin’,” he thought out loud. That explained the heavy stillness in the air. He grabbed some extra logs for the fire as he headed for the warm cabin. “It’s best to be prepared, ‘specially with the early frost this year.”
Everyone on earth belongs to the same institution. By our existence we are members. Like many organizations, there are different branches, titles and ranks within it. Special marks identify the people from each faction. The many colors, honorary titles, and sizes denote the sections.
Lay away the baby dolls;
Forget the fairy tales.
Their wondrous magic pales
When Venus starts her calls.
Remember just one thing
From the books of fairies;
Fair skin, lips like cherries,
And raven locks of beauty sing.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
One last time tell to me
The secret of my beauty:
Will I be fair at all?