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Suppose: One consciousness.
Then input is a
Societal responsibility,
i.e. We are individually
And as a society
Responsible for what
is thought.

Now who is the enemy of the  state
The Democratic or Republican party,  debate
Make hate, is this a state of  mind
Because if you already made up  yours
Before the issue then neither wins  when your combined
Who knows better the world waking  in others eyes
Or who can fill the white house  with better, believable lies
Make up your mind because you  control the fate 
That's what were made to  think
Then you blink, realize its power  games you now despise
Leaning one way makes you a one  sided race
Dealing with the issues laces you a  one sided pace
Do you believe the words attached  to that face
I don't know but its turning to a  disgrace, of us.
Think of the world, not who wants  to own it
Consider what's to be done not  who's gonna run
And the real voices will  become
Of us.

I
Am
some magic
in
existence,
an
image
in
divine.

Leaves turning to the east
As the mist begins to speak
Awakening, eyes wide
There are friends here
Knowing more with each breath
Pushing further
Moving closer
Stepping tentatively
Through new morning breeze
As spirits sing
Swelling gratitude
Soothing attitude
Mesmerizing every being
With a silent pull beyond eyes
Reconciling
Delivering
Skipping stones on water
All life to water
Fish from water
Water to waves

While the depth of the well is forgotten,
and the ground begins to dismay.
No where to swim, or fly to
continue on into
Another dimension?
Or dive deeper into the mind
Whenever it is
That we meet again
       May only be truly inside.  .  .

She had a hold of me
but I escaped
soaked me head to foot
I smiled my childhood pride
walked through her
Showering with her
'bout foot deep
saw the sun
shedding on the other
side
and made it through
and viewed her defeat
army approaching skybound
rolling due east
heading back towards me
viewed from the street
the night an accomplice
sneaking her
until I am beat
sheltered, hiding, indescrete

I look at all the little girls
So young & pure, untainted & naive,
Innocent & lovely, longing to be women
& I remember myself never like them
longing to be young & pure
& I wonder how long I would have held my innocence dear & close
if my thighs had not been torn apart
if my soul & purity…. Never mind
I am still pure & my soul does shine
But you’d be amazed what it does to your head
Will they all look at me like I’m tainted now?
Am I dirtied & corrupted like my high school boyfriend said?
Is it still taboo to say the word…..
I’d wonder why people are afraid of the word,
But I know, I know
Its not pretty, that kind of loss of control,
But it’s a social issue, something must be done
More needs to be done
Everyday at least 2,000 more come to understand a sort of robbery
That should never occur
While the TV glamorizes it & blurs the line between sex & violence
To brainwash the masses & we sit too shocked to respond
To numbed to notice, to fight back
They say a lot of victims freeze like rabbits spotting a predator
Sometimes I still feel like a rabbit
We must stop the madness
This degradation, this violation must end
Rape, rob, pillage, & burn 
When will it end?
Will our daughters & sons ever feel safe?
Will women ever feel truly free to walk alone at night?
Ever know its not our fault
Or will society continue to subtly say we brought it upon ourselves,
That girl she spoke too much, showed too much skin,
She should have known her place,
Her mouth wouldn’t shut & be silent & meek as a good little woman should
So I’ll shut it for her, fill her with fear, 
We’ve progressed so far but parts of the dark ages linger on,
We can make a dancing singing Elmo but we can’t stop this degradation,
This violation? 
Will our daughters & sons ever be safe?
This is not what I call even ground?
Land of the free? (Pause)
I do not feel free.

The next step could lead to a plummeting doom.

It could lead to a full bloom.

We never know where he next step will carry us away to.

Either way we need to advance or we stay in a stagnant stance.

The unknown is enticing to me so at times I want to jump in with both feet.

Then realize it has to be more discrete or  that next step will surly lead to deceit.

Projecting towards the future with my position, lacking the scission of others decisions.

If they lack precision then that next step is only a dillusional vision that taints my perception.

That’s a neglecting which needs an intensified reflection upon the individual situation.

Either way the next step needs to be taken or we’re left with a being in limbo, which will never take a trajectory of interjection.

What grasp you, silent planet?
I thought there was silence here?
Ricocheting off of telephone polls
Ringing back and forth
To pick this right up where there was nothing
Or perhaps an empty expectation?
What you thought you may have seen
Or what you are, or are starting to notice
Back when there was music here,
Before the static took over
Looking sleepily into a distant dream
I myself begin to notice
How hazy this world has become
How more and more can hardly grasp
What this is that we are doing
Hardly a shape that we can’t make
With these lines coming into focus
Back one way and into another

Whatever happened to ONE tribe?
What in this world are we pursuing?
With all these buffers between us
And what we are experiencing
Have we forsaken the touch that has brought us here in the first place?
The intimacy in the truly sensual experience
What, am I too blind to see?

The movement of particles that sends spine tingles.  
The elasticity of energy. 
 Where we put ourselves, and where we decide to be. 
 Feeling this intense vibration and how it relates you to me. 
 A passing of hands to the swiftest of beats. 
 Knowledge of what it is we truly seek,
 to become fruitful in Life’s garden or move and fade like shadows in space.          Learning to speak once more, to accept what they teach.  
 How they allow us to manipulate, with the bills and laws we are left to debate.  How well off are we, left here to insolate? 
Which direction should we go now?  
What meaning should we give this?
Who do we look for sense of guidance? 
Why do we look?
And how will we ever know for sure???

I am sure we will get a feeling
I am sure there will be a tone
A sense of peace and understanding
A sense of never being left alone

This echo, reverberating
Back to us from our truest home
Melodic mayhem mingling mind with body
And gently sprinkling over the essence of spirit
Entrancing all with the breath of escape
The movement of our energies embraced
To expand into the emotion that we create
BEING. 

When I was lonely
When there wasn't anyone
And it was bad

These meaningful
I wanted you there
It wasn't time
Because I was so scared

Words meaningful
Emptiness in the light
In the dark still empty
My hearts dark, eyes light

Are meaningful
To challenge this
Do you? Do I?
Can we try...for more?

AND THESE WORDS
ARE MEANINGFUL

No respect for what’s given.

Driven by the insatiable lust for treason against gained reason.
 
Frequently disregarding what’s at the tips of their hands, never to fully understand the truth that transcends from the manifested heavens.

It could be right in front of their face but still they continue to disgrace the current occupied space.

Vanishing without a trace, leaving a void that sucks in the true being and now value is left fleeing.

I’m breathing, breeding a beautiful understanding, that everything and nothing are worth having.

And that whatever you have at the moment you should keep and console it.

If opportunity is lingering at your doorstep then you should grasp hold of it, before it’s left to realities forfeit.

And if it proves to be worth something as adamant as concrete, don’t disrespect it be grateful and stand on both feet.

Not to retreat away from what’s found, not to limits ones self to what’s only on the ground.

Searching for something so profound that once transcended you can barely see the ground.

Never loosing attachment like drifting through Astral Plane, always having a link to the place in which you came.

Remembering your priors when navigating through this maze.

One you find the exit retain a schematic on how you came.

To this revelation kept on file within your brain.

You are the one with the answers, listen to what I’m saying.

No one will find me on bent knee to Jesus, praying.

I feel like I’m here for eternity contemplating.

I’m basking in the sun  but at the same time it’s raining.