breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
god
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
fading
drunk
my
awakening
the
eye of the beholder
of
blood and water (song of the twice born)
...ion
go
go 2
go 3 |
has it all been felt or said before,
written, heard or read before?
are we re-imagining our ancestors' dreams
rebuilding our forefathers' shrines
re-affirming another's values, creed or judgement?
have we walked this path with dread before,
followed blindly where to tread before?
as time comes to pass
and we strive to maintain
some sort of rapport
will we be the ones
to storm common ground
reclaim our roots
and proceed in faith
back to Nature that binds us?
will we all retreat
from fear and prejudice
and cry NO MORE...
i wonder how many
have tried that before.
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