I'm not a poet.

Hinged on the cracks, trying to fill the gaps

and digging for holocaust victims in the sand,

I trust my instincts and point the compass in the

right direction. The sun kills time as it tears through space.

 

Ares is crying. This thing we do these days is hardly war!

It's a game with bombs. It's politics with guns.

Big Boy Chess. Ares is bored! Where are the warriors?

Someone must have the courage to die by sword.

Ares smiles on those dying senselessly for their homes.

It seems so silly to us, up here in our cut out cookie boxes.

 

All time is spent and much is wasted. Listen close

and hear the rhythm. Watch the earth breathe.

Feel every particle interact with you. It's a Law.

 

Don't be afraid to let go and dance.

Once you realize nothing matters,

There is no other way to live.

So dance, and live.

Live.