Today Is Just Another Day
Let go - and fly
Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether
Merging into the miracle of life
Such grandeur I cannot guess
Why We are blessed this way
To wake not once,, But twice.
First with life Then, with a truth that hearts
would perish for. Oh! To be so blessed,
Who but God, Is worthy such a view,
To drink from hands that are cupped
watch from the bank of every river.
as the worst prisons are being built
- words that have No meaning.
We wrap ourselves in the languages of mannequins
each of us left alone to meet ourselves at night
apologizing to an afternoon of naps;
sips of purified water, spilling vitamins in laps.
although sincere in atonements,
The bill, for every cell we kill
Will surely still come due.
eight or eighty, or in-between
soreness oozes through our written words
binding us into prayers
what do we know of honesty;
We know what we are told to know
by those who would have us believe
they are more real than we.
ghosts of the atmospheres
Never dreaming the sheets
of their purpose blow so freely in the wind
Where every noble butterfly
remains securely pinned
to be seen from our neighbors eye
or perhaps between the blinking of our own
Implanting us all with the boldest of lies
That even the newest of eyes cannot tell
from all the lies pouring down our well.
energy, the newest form of hatred
radiating outward to defend each fear
we cannot tend or prove what we hold dear
In the fierce forest of darkness and farce,
Where envelopes mailed, too slowly arrive.
My God, are we pretending
we’re alive.
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