Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
Summer crept in
slow, steady steps within,
dogged pacing of hot and humid days
mixed messages of spring slipping away
and summer waiting to climb
patient on the edges of space and time;
a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial
others more plain and beautiful most ethereal
but when the time and temperature are just right
the multitude of butterfly kissed light
calls monarchs, morning cloaks,
and swallowtails to flight below the oak
a thousand species throng
clustered and separate floating along
when the flowers blossom and grow
wings of the butterfly flutter and flow.
The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest
the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress
an age unmatched, unprecedented
our temporary visitors and residents
their beauty, awes and delight
preparing for their southern flight;
winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles
Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals,
the list goes on as if a meditation
calming floating with little hesitation
the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts
ride the breezes and windy lifts,
here and there appears these natural gifts.
WAKE-UP SLEEPING FRIEND,
LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD,
TIME TO RISE FROM THE ASHEN,
LIKE PHOENIX THE MYTHICAL BIRD.
BASE OF CHEMATICS,
HACKING INTO YOUR SYSTEM.
WAR-MINDED TACTICS,
POWERS QUICK TO CONDENM.
RISING EMINENT-DOMAIN,
POOR FAMILIES' GRIEF.
MAN-MADE ACID RAIN,
FOOLS CRAVE FOR RELIEF.
CYBERNETIC CONSPIRACIES,
PURE POLITICAL JARGON.
MILITANT MERCENARIES,
MISSING CRUCIAL CALLING.
MIGHTY STANDING REGALS,
ALIEN DOMINATION.
UNLOCKING HIDDEN POTENTIALS,
MONUMENTAL MISSION.
FLUNKIES' VOICE RESONATE,
EQUAL WAGES DENIED.
MASTERMINDS ENERVATE;
LESS-FORTUNATES' PRIDE.
SHORTING INNOVATIVE STOCKS,
DISHONEST INVESTORS.
SUDDEN MAJOR GRIDLOCKS,
POWERS EVIL GESTURES.
FACING DREADED BLIND WALL,
WHO WILL PASS THROUGH?
SPEAKING OF PROTOCOL,
MAYBE IT'S ME AND YOU.
WAKE-UP SLEEPING FRIEND,
LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD,
TIME TO RISE FROM THE ASHEN,
LIKE PHOENIX THE MYTHICAL BIRD.
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