Dreams

We all dream. Some people have strange dreams, some scary, some funny, and some joyous.But mine are not your average dreams. Sometimes my dreams come true. Eerily true. Only the bad ones come true. I dreamed my grandmother died. In my dream she was in this hospital-like setting and she was making funny sounds. She was slumped over and my eyes focused on her heart monitor. The waves were getting smaller and smaller. Then the line went flat. Beeeeeep. it was then I knew she was gone. I felt an immense wave of sadness wash over me. I woke up abruptly, breathing hard. I thought it was an awful dream. Deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that my grandmother's time was short. I spent the next five days telling myself it was just a bad dream. I knew it wasn't. So I got a bus ticket and went out to see her. She was completely unresponsive and it broke my heart to see her like that. As I walked out I said I love you grandma. See yah. Even though I knew better. Three weeks later I got the e-mail. She died in a hospital. Her heart failed. It happened as I dreamt. Then I had a dream that I would get screamed at by certain NAFY staff member and kicked out of NAFY. They did so a week later. Why must my bad dreams come true? Why do I sometimes communicate using telepathy? What's wrong with me? I'm now scared to dream.

Crystal Blue Persuasion

Look over yonder what do you see
The sun is a-risin' most definitely
A new day is comin' people are changin'
Ain't it beautiful crystal blue persuasion

Better get ready gonna see the light
Love, love is the answer and that's all right
So don't you give up now so easy to find
Just look to your soul and open your mind

Crystal blue persuasion, mm-hmm
It's a new vibration
Crystal blue persuasion, crystal
Blue persuasion

Maybe tomorrow when He looks down
Every green field and every town
All of his children every nation
There'll be peace and good brotherhood

Crystal blue persuasion
Crystal blue persuasion.....

I BELIEVE!
And no one can take that away from me

Together

This world will change
You gotta believe man
Search your soul
Open your mind
Seek, first to educate yourself
Then others
We gotta change, not just by or for ourself
Bounding together as people
Unify, my brothers and sisters
We have a lot of differences
Straight, queer
Black, white
Poor, rich
Male, female, adrygonous
We have a lot in common
You hate me brother?
Just for seeing things differently?
Then cut me brother
Cut me, and see what color I bleed
Red, same as you or anyone else
Think your better cause of the color of your skin?
If someone were to put a gun to your head, finger on the trigger
Don't tell me your knees ain't gonna be knocking
and your pants ain't gonna be wet
Same as the rest of us
We all feel feear, pain, joy,love
So why not join hands in love?
Its the only way to save our species
Hurry, 'fore its to late
Love, an education, an respect
The only tools to combat hate, an ignorance, an disrespect
The may kill one of us tool-carriers but they will not kill our message
Or our indomindable spirit or our Soul
Put down the weapons
It only destroys your soul
Why must you continue to carry such a hatredous burden yoked upon your shoulders?
I know your hurtin deep down inside
But carryin around malice like a two ton mac truck only make it worse
It'll eat away at your heart and only leave bitter resement
Which leads to hatred
You can have help with that load
If you would just ask for it
Please,I beg of you, My peoples
Make peace before we all kill each other
Let us forgive and forget our grievances
Pick up that hammer you used to build a fence between you and your neighbor
And, TOGETHER, with them tear it down
Do it, not just for you,
But for your children,
And their children,
And your children's children
Then, only then, can we be
-FREE!

Evening Glory

At dusk
when man and beast
lie tucked away
in the warmth of bedding
safe from all dangers and enemies
listening drowsily to all the sounds of the night
the pitter-patter of rain on a cool tin roof
I count sounds
I count the sounds of crickets
chirping good night in the meadow
I count the rustle of leaves falling from the oak
I count the sounds an acorn makes
when a careless squirrel knocks it free
I count the time between thunder claps
I count the answers a howling wolf receives
I count the confident hoots of a truimphant owl
On nights when clouds tears drop down to litter the ground beneath them
I dance barefoot in slickened grass
I catch droplets with my tongue
I samba the dark away
Chasing the storm clouds
Capturing the evening glory

the moon and i

I grew up in the country
The moon and I had a close, personal, relationship
Oh, how I remember
The beauty of a full Harvest moon
The orangish orb would dip so low in the sky
and so close to where I’d lie
that, sometimes, lying on my back in the pasture
gazing up at a star clustered sky
I’d give way to wondering
If the man in the moon were to stretch out
his understanding hand towards mine
Our fingertips might, just might, by some magic
touch
Like man touching the fingers of god.
And, sometimes,
on those warm, breezy summer nights of my childhood
I’d ponder soul-searching questions
Is the moon really made of cheese?
Maybe I could fly a rocket ship
Up, up, up
Grab hold, and nibble on it with sharp teeth
And when I had engorged myself,
I would let go and tumble
down, down, down
towards Mother earth
and she would catch me
And once again,
I’d be flying on a soft blanket of green
With a filed, satisfied belly
counting a vast multitude of stars
feeling so insignificate
to a vast, ever-expansive world
this created an innocent awe
which could take a child’s breath away
it gave me a sense of self wonderment
an appreciation of the life and beauty
surrounding and encompassing us all
An appreciation that is evr-growing within me
as I experience life
sometimes I’d long to spend all night
sprawled on the ground underneath the stars
cradle in the loving arms
of Father sky
and Mother earth
But kids have strictly enforced bedtimes
And, so I’d wind up lying in my soft bed
glancing out the window at my friend and protector
the moon
Until I succumbed to a defenseless slumber
when I would awake the next morning
my friend had vanished
replaced by sister sun
but my confidence it would be back
was never shaken
through the innocent trust of a child
I miss those nights
and the questions that bubbled up
only springing forth from the lips of a child
someday two friends will get re-aqquainted
the moon and I

Why religion should be banned

What is religion? People believing in some mythical being that demands their complete devotion. What a pathetic waste of one's life time, and breathe. Countless innocent blood has been spilled in the name of pathetic, fucking religion. The crusades. The Mormons. I could spend my whole life naming the problems and evils people who subscribe to every brand of religion have committed in the name of some "God". I worship no God, especially not Darwin like the fucking atheists, although I find them much more tolerable than Christians. I profess my ignorance in knowing a great deal of religions, but with new fanatic religion cropping up every day, it is impossible to keep up with people's absurd beliefs. I am a victim of Christianity myself. My mind and life are permantly damaged from religion because it only encourages hatred, ignorance and close-mindness. I bristle at the very mention of god. I will list the evils against Christianity because it is what I survived. I refused to let myself be a brainwashed, hapless victim of the Christian religion. I was taught to obey all the bible commanded, except for the inconvenient parts. (Such as chopping of naughty people's hand.) People use the ridiculous stupid bible as an excuse to be close-minded and hat on people. I don't recall any part of the bible were it says hate on people. In fact, if I remember correctly, the foremost command from the Jesus dude is "You must have love amongst yourselves." Christians are always judging people. They twist scriptures like the one I heard so much I can directly quote, Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment that you pronounce you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get." It is in the book of Matthew, I believe it also goes on to say something about not looking at the straw in your brother's eye because there's a rafter in own fucking eye. How convenient people skip that part of the bible. I hate that godamn so much. It is sexist and racist. It say that women should whatever men says and their function in life is to get married and have sons. It calls them a "weaker vessel". Personally, I think one should ignore that stupid crap and focus on the few good points of the bible. Like the story of the Good Samaritan or where Jesus says "Let he that is without sin cast the first stone. "All religions carry the same theme that people skip over in an effort to justify their actions. In other religious texts it goes something like this. Do not judge thy comrade until thou hast stood in his place. Judaism. If you want to criticize someone, first criticize yourself more than three times. Chinese religion. Happy is the person who finds fault with himself instead of finding fault with others. Islam. I like what the Hindu religions say. They sum it up perfectly. The vile are ever prone to detect the faults of others, though they be as small as mustard seeds, and persistently shut their eyes against their own, though they be as large as Vilva fruit. I say we should take all religious text, find the good morals in them, commit them to memory, and then keep them for a good laugh. Then we should teach other what we've learned and say a big FU to religion. All it is is an obstacle to the unification of humanity. We'd get along so much better without it.

Enlighting conversation in p:earalle

Pippa and Brian