Tag: peace is my weapon

The Sunflower

I tap down hard
anchored and true
I will shine for you.
In the mist of winter
my essence gives light
in spring I bring the promise
Summer bountiful harvest
Autumn gets cold
but I will remain by your side.
Trouble is not welcome here
only song birds and hare
faithfully I give them dreams
of bountiful fields
yet to come.
With me you will grow
strong and tall
In your deserts or meadows
I will come and make a show.
When words fail
my love will remain
long after you see me no more.

What Will We Do?

What will we do
as the world implodes
like a festering sore
left too long
born of hate
and of strong divide
a chasm
too deep
too wide
we become pilgrims
no home
no known to abide?
The swirling lava
laps meanacingly
at our heels - 
too late we heed
the hungry monster - 
while it hounds at our backs,
ready to devour.
What will we do
while hate eviscerates
all good will
good intentions
good vibes
bleeding 
wounded
beaten
discarded?
There seems no end
unless we can rend
the broken fence
of dis-
unity.
Can it end?
What will we do?

Peace

Peace

Like an avenging angel
from the east,
bright blue light streaks
across the evening sky.
It comes unanounced
unforseen and discreet
to spread a blanket of comforting signs.
No place is too far, deep, high or wide
that it cannot reach,
it must tear down diseased despair,
Peace:
my peace I give to you.
So no fear can reach
from anxieties you are released,
just believe
that you have received
this gift so precious
so vital to your increase.

Peace is My Weapon

Peace is My Weapon

You want to fight?
Good.
Go ahead.
I wont stop you
infact
I wont lift a finger
to help you.
You there,
huff and puff
while I sit in the shade
watching the clock
go tick, tick, tick.

Not done?
Good.
Let me then
lay a little in the sun
tell me when you are done
playing the Hun. 
Tell me when you are ready
to take up peace and bury
the poison in your heart,
so we can have a clean start.