Hungry

The vultures hoped for a death

As the snow filled the road

And I

Standing by

Watching it unfold

Dare I contribute to their happiness?

Dare I provide them with their next meal?

The vultures remained hungry

We could not close the deal

Shade

The farmer passed on

But the trees he planted lived on

Giving shade to those who don’t know his name

Feeding men and animals all in the same

Seed that he grew

Many years ago

Average

“You must be rich!”

Said the little boy

“You have a house all to yourself

You get water on command

And your house has lights on even during the day!”

I replied unimpressed:

“No, I’m just an average American.”

Heal

Breathe deeply

Hug a tree

Listen quietly

To the passing breeze

Touch the earth

Feet bare

Peace and health

Is waiting there

You but need to let it in

For your healing to begin

Source Unknown

The meaning is lost

The tracks are fading with the rain

The world doesn’t know her name

Yet she lives

In the meaning they assign

The words get redefined

The prophet becomes a poet

Writing notes

Passing time

And forgets her real power

After all

It’s rare to empower

A child with a pen

Channeling the source within

So they cite her teachings

As source unknown

Forgotten

She wished for a fallen angel

Curious for how it would feel

But we were all angels

Before we fell down here

She must be an old soul

Many reincarnations ago

She forgot to remember

What her newborn already knows

Cheap

She had nothing left to give

Not of her body nor soul

Drained

She could give no more

But a smile

As faint as it might be

A smile

That’s all he needed to see

Never had they known

A medicine

Made of a smile so small

And a healing

So cheap

Thief

I’ve learned to become a thief

Stealing time

Rearranging their reality

To better fit mine

Shattering glass that claimed to be a mirror

Redefining truths

For all to see clearer

That I was taking back what was mine

That no one is allowed to steal my time

Any longer

Vultures

The vultures were hunted down

No one left to clean up the dead

Bodies filled the ground

Blood hasn’t dried yet

No one left to grieve

To pray

Or to mend

The heart that was broken

Right before the end

The Girl

The little girl

Grew up to be

A little strange

Hungry for change

And for new places to see

The little girl drew her own maps

Wrote her own books

Created her own reality

The little girl hated their sanity

And the boredom it brought

She often thought

If it has been done before

No need to do once more

And so she carved a brand new world