Killing Time Without Injuring Eternity
Father Time and Mother Earth, we killed them both for what it's worth.
We wasted time, and then layed him down in Mother's belly underground.
Then she was soon to be dead next, for without time the World lay vexed. Only our time was what we'd taken not knowing all would be forsaken.
And although he could be my kin, in this life we all will sin.
The shutters closed, and drapes went dark; she closed her eyes, and the World went stark.
Her barren womb with no seeds to sow, but without Time, who would know? Without Time there is no season. The death of change is tried for treason. The moments fleeting are they dead already? Killed by a hand so slow and steady.
An arrow piercing the eternal clock. No more tick, and no more tock. No more change from Summer to Fall. No more change no more change at all.
No more change, no more change at all. Death feeds on life, this you can not stall.
So live your life, and eat the word of truth, and in the end you'll see the proof.
The Earth is your mother, she can raise your roof, so stay away from all uncouth.
Hold your head high, and send your blessings to Ja. He is the truth, and his word is the law!
(c) Lyndsay Wojcik
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Celephane Fame
Music wrapped up like celephane, it's transparently clear that it can not sustain.
Empty bar chords played to an empty bar, leads to one more dreamer turned fallen star.
Wrap my music with wool, and thread; words like honey inside your head.
The world wears corporate stilts to acheive it's best.
How else are you seen above the rest?
But as you know this whole Worlds gone plastic.
The music industry is far beyond drastic.
Teaching little kids to take their face and mask it; to look like Brittney Spears, and then turn around and ask it.
To buy their latest record or their magazine, that will leave them feeling worthless, because their not as lean as the actress who is purging after every scene.
Because she too knows the sickness of slender, and this disease dosen't limit to gender: it steals away souls like a Coke vendor filling you with sugar that in years will render into diabetes and heart disease. This World is blowing up like a cosmic sneeze.
It will leave us bouncing round the planet like a circus of fleas, or a rock in a hive like swariming bees.
So please take some time to secure your fate. Were in the end times, but its not to late.
Give yourself to truth, and seek wisdom of spirit, and spread good words so the children can hear it.
And grow to be proud of their body's shape, and let their minds run wild like endless tape; so they can stick all their goodness to those who'll come after, and once again we will be blessed with laughter.
I'll go now, and become the bee, and create the honey inside of me.
I'll stick it to the man, or just sweeten my tea.
Cause life's too short, and I'm to free!
(c) Lyndsay Wojcik
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Mountain Laurel
Well Laurel lets her hair hang low, over rocks and river flow.
All the boys will come to play beneath her shade on summer days.
This mountain has always been her home, she stretches out her roots alone; but never will she stay like that, no not until this mountains flat.
Even Old Man Winter cannot starve her bow, which gently kneels before him and his blustery plow.
No she just like the evergreen stays firmly planted in winter's dream.
Streams loose their blue, and turn to ice, as if held in place by Winter's vice.
And only until he melts her heart will Mountain Laurel soon depart.
No she will surley choose to stay, in her hilly hide away.
And you can see her as you pass, catch a glimpse and make it last. For she is old now as these hills, and more now than ever she feels his chills.
The World is getting colder, and hotter year by year. The seasons run together,and the reason is so clear.
The people of this Earth no longer take the unbeaten path.
Our veins are now the highways, and we've seen the aftermath.
And now Laurel will pass on as always life anew.
To all those still breathing, just like me and you.
And all she asks in favor, is really only this.
When you pass by her tree, don't just hug her, give a girl a kiss!
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The Dance
Currents dancing with the moon; she's orchestrating oceans tune.
And when the water dips she bows, turning ships like farmers plows.
And sometimes she'll let the wind cut in to give old waters edge a spin.
The dance floor lies 2,000 leagues beneath the surface of the seas, and is filled with every sort of fish, of any proper partners wish.
Theres even those who line the coral wall, and never really dance at all.
But each knows when to take their turn in their state of constant churn.
And in this dance their is no end, only when the watch hands bend to a time when theres no need for sky, or the oceans lullaby.
And in this moment all will stop.
The partners grasping hands will drop.
And the one who called the moon to guide, will take his throne and all will stride towards a different kind of light, where the dances last both day and night.
And all will know the perfect steps in all the promises he's kept.
So goodnight moon and goodnight sea.
My Creator has come to dance with me.
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