New poem or whatever. Give it a read. Thanks! BETWEEN ON AND OFF THE GRID I am just like you. A voice that couldnt speak, though now Im rarely speechless. You must change yourself before you can be the change you want to see in the world. Both inner and outer, love will prevail in the righteousness we all possess, though we must search within to find it. Im a just like you. My eyes see all, though are often blind. Merely nodding my head to atrocities that sober the soul as I drown in the drunkenness of distractions. The television stares at me like a dear in headlights. No longer certain of whos man and whos machine. Sooner or later, well trace the chord to the wall and see that its not even plugged in. I am just like you. If I see all, I must hear all, so the saying goes. As a child, I was often called a selective listener. My inner child still is just that. My soul hears truth and my inner child dances around it in blissful ignorance. I want to dance to but sometimes we need to act our age. I am just like you. I smell the coffee, though Im often just sleepwalking. Stumbling through the motions of making pot after pot, day in and day out. For what? Another cup. Enough is never enough seems to be the mentality. We are philanthropists giving just enough to not feel guilty and see the world under the mask of a helping hand. The hand that feeds often seems to bite itself like a pinch to the thigh to see if its a dream. I have a dream... That one day, reality will take ahold of all of us. Hell, maybe reality is the sixth sense we have yet to find.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 23:44:13 +0000
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