~ Geisterfahrer ~

Every day I rise to face these challenges.
They toss, they sway but they can't turn me around.
I keep pushing forward against the tide.
Society bombards me with so may things that I don't want. 
They try to benumb me to so much wrong and desensitize me to the violence and crime. Next, it's the subtle persuasion to accept strange sexual orientations.The world is trying to make us all compete against ourselves. So those who stand for sharing and charity don't fit in while greed and wanton ostentatious desires that help to fuel an exploitative economic thrust are supported openly.I'm trying to keep my colour in this torrential rain of unconscious decolouration and the 'zombilizing' flood of distracting information.It's like I'm driving the wrong way on a one way street, against the traffic of society's influences.
I see prints here and there...in my direction. Then they fade off as I forge ahead. I wonder if that will be all I will also leave behind...footprints and a bag full of secrets...the precipitates of a stubborn belief system. 
I'm weird, I'm different. This is what i stand for. It is who I am...who are you?

Incomplete

I sat in front of the blank screen for a long time

Hours of writing, editing, rewriting and deleting

Back to square one...a blank screen again

I know the message, I know the reason

I know the audience, but can't tell if they'll listen

I sat down thinking of how to send this out with a different beat

I don't want the people dancing the same way to this

Writer's block, amnesic spasms and endless journeys into 'wanderland'

A wise lady once said "...not everyone who wanders is lost"

I'm sitting here with a message in my head but i can't find a way to write it out

I'm not lost, just wandering and trying to find another way

This is still not complete...

rUbBerALL rEvoLUTioN

                                                                           

They knew of our weakness but they never anticipated our resilience

They pushed us harder but they didn't know our limits

So they pushed on thinking we would break

We were duly stretched but we didn't even crack

They oppressed us and increased our burdens

We buckled at our knees and fell to the floor

We fell but that was not the end of us

Because we pulled ourselves up

when they thought we were done

They saw us arise with bloodshot eyes

We were broken, bruised and battered

but our wounds were only on the outside

They had damaged our bodies but stirred up our spirits

We were down to rock bottom, we could only rise

Rise from these ashes, rise from the rubble

I'm a rebelLION, a part of the rebellion

That's what you call it, we call it a revolution

Our roar has got the masters running

We've been beaten out of shame and fear

We are left with boldness and courage

Fearlessly, we will rise to face our challenges

We will pull our bodies across the border

We will hunt down the oppressors and turn this slave yard...

...to a palace fit for us, Kings and Queens of the land!

Riches shared in equity and wealth to fill every home

Leaders and not lords! Followers and not slaves!

A Rising Tide

I increasingly feel the need to make people happy. The need to show and share love...unbiased, in spite of the response from others. Love is the answer. It is the cure for all our hurt and it can't be locked inside. It bursts through the seams and pours itself out, spreading it's fragrance to all. It leaves a soft smile on the lips of those that it meets and warms the heart of the giver. It melts the heart of the avenger and cools the fiery furnace of anger and jealousy. In a cruel and cold world, love is a soft and warm glow. It is the syncline to all negative vibes! It is truth, it is forgiveness. It is a rising tide that lifts all boats!