Living For Destiny

I'm looking up into the sky

and calling the angels on high

to help me live for my one dream

though I am tortured from the beam

Of fluorescent light, burning my eyes

and all the bullies, pushing lies

while stepping over minds and hearts

while playing but a game of darts

As they push past in recognition

I shield; for I am on a mission

I go unseen, I go unheard

and though I paint, my pictures' blurred

By a fog in which great minds are lost

and quality of life is tossed

into a box, of gold and jewels

to be sold for profit, made a fool

is every man who bows in fear

of being hunted like a deer

So quiet, he can hide away

or agree to pull an elaborate sleigh

of gifts for children of the rich

so they can drape in gaudy kitsch

and divert on the TV screens

and hypnotize to keep their means

So lost is the meaning of life

and lost is purpose, in the strife

to stay standing and feed the brood

with nothing that is truly food

but manufactured lies called treats

rewards for what? another feat

Another jump through another hoop

those at the top; they have us duped

I go unseen, I go unheard

And in spite of wounds; I sing my word

I gather herbs, prayers, yarn, and string

I braid and weave; my fingers sting

but I won't stop 'til the blankets are done

for they'll be warm until the sun

of justice comes out, through the clouds

I'll keep singing through my pain; loud

once messages are heard

I can cease

I’ll leave a message, and go in peace..

'til then, here I stay

living each day

for destiny

in some way…

January 10th, 2012

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