Oh Soul so tender
How You flinch at my touch
A purplish glow
Replaces the light
Revealing the bruises
Inflicted by
Life
Why choose this suffering?
Divine creator
of chaos
I cry…
And I plead
Take me back to the beginning
Oh how I yearn to know!
I am willing
Heart wide open
Listening…
Waiting…
For enlightenment
to unfold
Brewers Plot
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It’s name is Evil
I am Ichabod, one without glory, I am told.
I am but a mere “lump” of coal in the grand scheme of things.
I made a decision to do before I die.
To turn around and face the headless one
For the first time in my life
The rider without a face is a fearsome thing
Chasing me all my days
But I like not what it represents
For it has no soul you see
I am but a tiny little lump and I am warming to the cause
When coal is warm enough it turns to blaze
The fiery inferno will light the evil one’s true goal
I do this not for freedom or liberty’s cause, although they are worthy to me
For love and compassion are my way
Those who have succumbed to the lies that unfold
In this world of ours
I seek to bring love and life
And destroy that which does not mourn.
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the difference
between
we the people
is very simple
a few feel for others
and many don’t
feel for anyone
except
themselves
life
is reduced
to this difference
for those who
seek a deeper
meaning
on this plane
of life
will find
there is
no
deeper meaning
for those
who do not
mourn.
“There are three spirits, good, evil and human nature. Everyone has good and evil, some good people do evil things and evil people do good things. Human nature tries to condone evil things by lying and justifying it. It takes a brave person to admit the truth. Some natives like the white man’s way, and are like the white man. Natives are not perfect either and everyone has a choice.”…my friend Daniel
As the Navajo might say– “a dark wind blows”–and it ain’t Coal blowing smoke..
or
“by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes”
—now who wrote that???? come on, help me id the quote–someone!
William Shakespeare (see also Ray Bradbury’s Dust Witch).
oh I should have known! waves to dead guy!