French Toast

French Toast    2/4/2015

I am you

And you are me

Souls projected into bodies

And running in a maze.   

An avatar in game

As we spend our lives

Trying not to die

Never learning

And flailing our arms.

Words have power

But we waste them, anyway

Purposeless,wasted,
And empty. 

 

This road to hell

Is marked with barbarism
Cruel, savage,
And horrific.    

Their enablers are complicit

And silence is acceptance

As we all slouch forward

And stumble to the end.

While I write

Many face death

Wracked with pain,

Gaunt, and hollow.

Some are forgotten

And dismissed like trash

By the petulant, narcissistic

Vulgar, and crass.

Call out their names

And shout it our boldly

That pride is more about dignity

Than unimaginable hate.  

Life is temporary

But the spirit is forever

And we shall live with ourselves
Forever. 

The giants have no power

And even the tiger in the brush

Cannot kill

What it does not, understand. 

Ten thousand years from now

I will still be me

Ten thousand times, ten thousand

Wiser and free. 

Dream dreams

And let the light shine through

Because all that we own

Is now. 

The first is a sacrifice

And the second takes a chance

But courage conquers all

With faith and conviction. 

Let us laugh out loud

Without apology

Determined to protect

All that we love. 

Upright and defiant
Fiercely loyal
To all that we are
Or ever hope to be.