it would seem my words come
when thoughts echo in time
of what is a handful of air
gathering these in the breeze
living life like the trees sway
with a fire deep under us all
some crawl free in the dirt
like farmers and their tools
like rulers and their weapons
madness in familiar song
hate is not a thought had
having feelings like leaves
after seeing the past lives
staring at the future sun
belief has made blind lions
fear in the eye of a storm
love in a time of giving
lying in lines to be kings
reaction without meaning
culture without symbols
religions without consent
a temple becomes capitol
a moon worshiped in darkness
a statue created for a monster
swimming in clothes
naked in the stormy sea
surviving building boats
what we feel is law
what we feel is art
what we feel is worthy
if you find a penny there
can you pick it up and stare
would you spend it anywhere
weighing every tired soul
valued when owned
ignored when left alone
swinging fists for ghosts
what seems to find one
a sight of enemy found
hating anything in memory
wandering island in night
what then wakes one found
when sorrow is a poem
and life is sung aloud
are these sides to a coin
shadows in the temple
sermons on the mount
are these sides to a coin
sheep surrounded by wolves
wolves surrounded by bears
bears surrounded by men
men surrounded by angels
angels surrounded by heaven
heaven surrounded by darkness