Hear

Roaring dawn
raging twilight


sound of light
sound of life
sound of love


It's a wonder
I can
hear anything at all

Always

Ten-thousand souls
to kiss your cheeks
to sleep
to kiss your eyes
goodnight.


My soul
the rushing wind.

Silent roaring light,
"Good morning, I love you."

"You"

You

are light.

You

are life.

You

are sound.

You

are soul.

You,

are poetry.

"Ramblings of 2:35"

And so it goes.
Our journey is now done.

For so many years we've traveled
side by side
matching, at times,
step for step.

Somehow along the way
however,
one of us broke stride.
Somewhere along the way the distance
between
us
grew.

Sometime, not long ago,
you vanished from my sight.

Someone no longer stands with me.
Alone now,


I am.


Something deep within me
now yearns for what is right.
Right in blind eyes and nothing more.
Right in ears now deaf
from shattering screams of
silence.

Long you whispered life to me,
and life flooded my veins.
Silence
pumps through me now,
ghosts of light haunt my heart.

Catch you up?
For now
I'll enjoy
the



solitude.

Leave

If I left today
walked away
and took a journey

What would I leave behind

bad or good
what would you find of me?
honor?

shame?

What would you see of me
to speak for me.
Torrid tales, sordid strife

Facade of life


Soul-prints, what do you see?

No coming back for me now
no
explain

Waxing Philosophically Upon Eating The Sunset

We were ancient when the worlds were new.

Twinkling
ideas of 'life-to-be' lighting up empty space;

slowly
filling the lonely void of absence.
We,
silently screaming
through the dark and empty night

leaving, simultaneously
both behind and in front of,
specters of ourselves

ever expanding
always ongoing.

Gone

I scream
inside needing you
to hear me.
A whisper from you
all I need.

It's been so long now
since I've heard
you, I've forgotten.

Now I need
you more than ever.
Am I too far
gone?

Flowing

Act:
I dive in. I dove in.

Flooded, the result of act
You, the cause of the act.
You
fill all of me
through all the rips and cracks.

Drowning, resulting result.

Generational Apathy

Some time ago I was in a Women's and Multi-Cultural Film class we watched the movie "Children of Men." If you haven't seen this I highly recomend it.

It takes place in the year 2027 and the end of mankind is soon. The human race has become infertile, and there haven't been any babies born for 18 years; as a result the world has all but collapsed and gone to hell, it's basically a distopia. But then a woman shows up who is pregnant. The premise of the film might sound strange but it is very powerful example of what the world could end up if things don't change-which brings me to my point.

After the film we were discussing it and it was brought to our attention that people are calling our generation a "generation of pacificts." That we don't care what happens to our world; we don't care about the environment, we don't care about the wars, and that we don't really care about the state of man.

Look at the "hippie"/"vietnam" generation. They saw problems, they wanted change. They wanted change and they had a voice. They had a voice and they used it.

Where's our voice? Sure there are some, but they're just whispers in the wind. Our world needs change. It needs change and it needs our voice, any voice. Right or wrong, black or white, up or down, it needs our voice; we need our voice.

Silence does nothing. Apathy does nothing.
Find your voice and use it. Scream it. This world is going to be our responsibility. We need to prove that apathy won't rule us. We have to use our voice to make the world better for the next generation. We need that hope. It's the hope that makes life worth while, makes it worth it.


Scream at the top of your lungs, use your voice.