Entered in Universal: Debate
"it's all general!
every life will be sung,
every death will come.

All the same, we're
equally in every way!"

ha, I mock. How is this so?
I work the hardest, I do things
that I am told to do, and I am the same
as the one who does not a thing?

mockery, just plain here and out!

"calm now" he tells, "everyone feels
the same!"

May it be so, but the difference
comes when we talk in words.

"What do you mean?"

universally, how do you perceive?

"same, of course."

mockery of the word,
it's the word that brings one idea together
from many others.

So as you see, we may believe in equality,
but be it so, our actions are not to be the same!

"how can this be?"

fool, I just foretold! one idea,
but different ideals.

one human, different souls. We may
have the same genome, but you and
I are different.

for as you see in this fray of ideas
is the perfect example of the things
just said.

"but you still say in one thing being to us all!"

indeed, but we tell of different ways of
how we believe.

we may sing the song of life,
but each song is a reprise of the other.

an octave lower, an octave higher, with force,
with meager words. All the same words, but with
different appeals.

"I renounce this all..."

Go then and leave, but you have renounce
my ideal.

so you have renounce equality altogether...

so be it so, universally remember of course,
just let it be so...

Entered in A Mysterious Place: When Night Had Come Around


Oh how I had went to the rolling hills and
made my way above heaven

I saw a sea of darkness
with boats of lights
swimming in its depth.

The wind then howled,
oh yes how it howled,
and see now that I was not afraid
for these signs
were good tidings from the Lord himself.

I inhaled this wind and let it fill
my lungs
that were hidden in my fragile frame.
The grass moved
in a direction of its
own accord and language,
and I look down upon the Earth once more and saw

It was all a peaceful night.

This was the beginning of time,
when nothing at all was complicated
when all was happy and simple

I laughed to the heavens
and felt euphoria in my heart
for I was now seeing creation
as it was tended to be
in Times of Old

Nothing was supposed to be complicated.
Nothing was supposed to be intertwined
with hatred.

I heard music echoing from the darkness
and a chorus joining in

a snap of time,
and I danced in the cold wind.
the clouds swished
back and forth with their dark appearance
and the grass followed suite
and the sound had grown
so much louder
even when no light of new were there.

Oh yes, they were reuniting with their Creator.

Oh yes, come; I shall wait
and be happy and sad When the times return back,
but for now the music,
grass,
clouds,
people,
everything,
would celebrate for a time…

Entered in Words: What Can I Say


What I say, can it
be true?

Or is it just a delusion,
that is nothing but false?

Can I be saying only my
heart and soul and not of my flesh?

is it possible to say with my will,
and not of the cells' accord?

I say, what do I say? Can I say
what I want to say?

I sigh at the thought, yet what
can I say?!

Oh Lord, may the words
say what I want them to say!

Only one saying, can I
say of it now?

I say this; "I go, I walk,
and I let the light be my way,"

for you are the one who
will bring me words to say!

so I walk and I will let say
what I always wanted to say,"

and I believe
that is all there is to say...