Murmurs

Murmurs
Birthing breaths of recreation swarm around a once still heart
I can feel the images of dignity robbing poverty beat out of my chest
The injustice of ignorant consumers wearing gems birthed from bleeding mothers wombs
Bombs strike in my mind as I contemplate specks of existence
Raging complacent lives of plastic goodness

The call of healer knocks on my heart
and Revolution pumps through my thriving veins

I am sick
I am sick of talking, of writing
and prescribing
There is a jungle thick with adventure and insurrection

Synapses flash as I recall my roots in the greatest revolution and power known
the grinding wheels looking for downward momentum
for a path of inspiration where the choices are clear and the steps immediate

Murmurs
Murmurs of saddition
Terrorist watch lists
and death loom on a closing sought after horizon

Complacency is the lie of death
Cowardice and apprehension its fuel
Daring to dream is the first step beyond breast milk
seeking to love baby food
obedient love the main course of eternity

Feel the pulses and vibrations calling
Fear for you ego, because it MUST be lost
Long for your life, because it WILL be found