Storm at Sea

Like udders on a cow
the clouds provide a nourishment.
A storm at sea, arising within thee.
Wind flying free, beyond intent.
Entering our lungs and bringing
urges to the fore of minds at ease.
Reflecting the reflections
of those dreams within the dream.
Pleasing spirit in repose.
Where all the loving's real.

Sunsets flowing in the oceans' tide.
Seeking still to reach our hearts
o'er all the world wide. And then
the dawning makes it all complete.
Eyes opening again, to a new world.
Earthen shrines imbibing in the swirl
and spin of centered imagery.

The sand turned red within the setting sun.
And golden shores began their reckoning.
A day of death before the birth began.
There was a feel of dread, quite undecreed
that entered into states of sleep and dreams.
And no matter how they tried to shake it loose,
it clung to them and moved them to abuse.
Unrelieved, disoriented. Running on the fumes
of gasoline. Ominous, the streams of air
lungs needed yet to breathe.

On earth, where beauty barters with the feel.
In each of us. We reeled as the understanding
sunk into us as our battered souls were shattered
on those manufactured cars. But we couldn't
afford yet another vacation. To places far away,
where what we did within the everyday seemed
far removed from what we felt, in depth.
For we'd learned our lessons well in school.
Do as all the others do. Don't make waves.
Obey directions. Suffer silently right through
the strength as their equations make you ill.

Like udders on a cow
the clouds provide a nourishment.
A storm at sea, arising within thee.
Wind flying free, beyond intent.
Entering our lungs and bringing
urges to the fore of minds at ease.
Reflecting the reflections
of those dreams within the dream.
Pleasing spirit in repose.
Pretending love is close.
While somewhere, someone, something
deep inside of us is wondering
where all the love has gone.

Awaken now, before your life
is taken from the stream of living things.
Body tossed among the dying weeds
where the gathering of shadows
born of all of mankind's gloom
so desperately seek to lead you
in their stead...

? Michaelette ?

2/28/2005
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