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Still, The Waters Call
For miles the still ocean calls to me; its voice clear, clean, empty. “Why are you here?” it asks. Why indeed. “I’ve come to write among the waters,” I answer.“Life-giving and hearty, they are; in hopes I will too gain that which is abundant.” “You are not one of us,” it breathes heavily. “Ah, but I am also water.Can you not feel it?” I ask. A pause. A gentle swell of waves. “Come to us so that we may feel you,” it says.Nervous, anxious energy. “Yes,” I murmur. My limbs descend into the silky fluid that is water; my torso submerges.Slow currents caress me.I am home. “We feel you,” it says,“Welcome.” One last swirl and…
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Greed
Purveyors of evilWoven through the fabric of societyWhere greed becomes the new cultureAnd lies the new truth Emptiness fills our spacesWanton lives evolve into breathing hatredCrushed spirits litter the streetAnd death lingers everywhere Unimaginable suffering a lasting effectHearts slayed and scattered to the windMind bereft of pure thoughtAnd clouded with deceit What is right and just a mere wisp of passing windReality trampled by stampeding lustHealth of the body invadedAnd knowledge forsaken Masters of terror reign like volcanic ashUncaring of life, of hope, of loveDestroyers of freedomAnd sanctity of thought Walkers of the night, they areScavengers of dirtMotionless pillars of antiquityAnd fearful of light Feed on their friends and enemies…
