Author: lbstowe

My heart is evident; look around.
Its shadow is long; I’m sure you’ve found.

Evidenced in gifts; proven in art.
So many thoughtfuls straight from my heart.

Everywhere’s proof I spent time thinking.
Ice cream, breakfast…the cup you’re drinking.

You’ve taken; not given…hurt; not healed.
You only love who keeps their lips sealed.

You think that you’ve beat me down & back…
But, I’ve survived far worse than petty flack.

Do you have ritual; do you have time?
Does all that you do have reason & rhyme?

Where’s your intention & where’s your focus?
Can you manifest by hocus-pocus?

What have you done & what will you then do?
Who can do anything like you do you?

Are you meticulous or are you vague?
Why not name the worry with which you’re plagued?

Life’s more interesting when, thru it, you dance.
Ritual’s steps help the mundane entrance. 

I was a child-preacher; I know the tome.
I know of the Pharisees; & of Rome.

I know of the garden: Adam & Eve.
I know about Job & of his reprieve.

I’ve known of the psalms & revelations.
I know about Isaac’s trepidation.

I’m learned on Heaven & up on Hell.
I know what Judas was trying to sell.

A book has sparked war with every nation.
I know it calls me: abomination.

That was enough for me to be knowing.
“Big Church” now reaps just what it’s been sowing.

I’m supporting from a distance.
Old hurt’s what forged that resistance.

I think of friend lists I’m still on.
Former friends I loved, not quite gone.

Old handpicked personalities.
Recall flashes when I see these.

Close enough to love every day.
Close enough to validate play.

Now, close to face but far away.
This gap so thick that all have strayed.

I’m no shepherd; I have no flock.
It’s only me outliving clocks.

Still, I am & here I remain.
I’ve nowt to lose & all to gain.

People with power are always certain.
Unmarred by doubt or even called curtains.

The humble ground has the actual clue.
Touched & tested by evidences true.

So, why does the tip-top lead the bottom?
Ask for a billion reasons…they got ‘em.

Rubber meets roads in the poorest places.
Where folks don’t cheat & no one has aces.

All power has is green paper & lies.
All power wants is to not let us rise.

Money ain’t bodies & there’s more of us.
That’s why elections make power nonplussed.

Silver linings everywhere.
Silver gilded dreamscape air.

Silver strung from sky to ground.
Silver thrashing all around.

Silver heat mirage ahead.
Silver coins for eyes when dead.

Silver blessings from five crows.
Silver mirrors truths disclose.

Silver sky bolt explodes tree.
Silver glints on roiling sea.

Silver spinning disco ball.
Silver screens hold  all in thrall.

Silver thirty pieces trade.
Silver making man betray.

Silver frosting wizened hair.
Silver linings everywhere.

Mano a mano comes far too seldom…
But, disruptions to life are unwelcome.

Sex drive isn’t greater than ambition.
Even whilst shunning shame & contrition.

So much to do & more’s past than ahead.
Fucks aren’t remembered after we are dead.

Life’s legacy is the you that you choose.
Some choose betterment & some choose to lose.

Balance? Oh yeah; I aim for that buzzword. Still, I don’t think “alone” is a cuss word.

What is meant for me will find me open…
Here & busy; while back burner hopin’.

She leached stridence from her offsprings’ illness.
Her energy felt like math & shrillness.

Her greed needed the badge of a martyr.
To be well, they did need to outsmart her.

Two made it out & one also made up.
Sadly, one stayed; & still, with poison sups.

All her patients now gone or dying.
All her happiness tied up in crying.

She was a twisted Florence Nightingale.
Now, all she has is grief to feed her wail.

Shame on their cruelty & the lies they used.
Guilty of most of what they’ve been accused.

Breakdowns in trust & in security.
Apathetic to social surety.

They are misinformed & misinforming.
They paint their weekdays with Sunday mornings.

These are wearing good faith as wolves wear sheep.
These are the enemies with which they sleep.

Stand up for goodness & against “strong men”.
Good shepherds would not lead astray on whim.

Listen for your best in quiet & still.
In there’s always been the best of god’s will.

Going with the flow of life.
Weaving in & out of strife.
You don’t have to be a tool.
All you gotta do is you.

Verity is found in wine…
All the things for which you pine.
You don’t have to tell the truth.
But…Hidin’ how you feel’s uncouth.

Celebrate the here & now.
Any kid could show you how.
Lost in a task’s not a fool.
Presence in the moment’s cool.

Play it how you wanna play.
Be yourself in every way.
Yeah, to thine own self be true.
Respect that in others too.

Open up your heart to strange.
Have a cultural exchange.
Do not be alone & blue.
Someone is waiting for you.

Meter By: Juice Newton