Whirlwind
My life keeps spinning round and round
the whisper of my conscience just a mere sound.
As I ponder my destiny,
not sure of my capabilities, I'm forced to face reality.
I have no place to hide.
No wave of happiness to ride.
No one to bother, but the demons inside.
(HPurcell)
Flower Power
The wonder of it all,
is seeing the flowers open up their
lovely faces.
Breathing out to the world such mind
reeling scents, which so wonderfully
captivates you. Filling you, intoxicating you
as its wonder flows through.
leaving your reality it takes you with it.
The power, the grace, it holds you in.
See them sway to the gentle rhythm of
the breeze as it also caresses the mountain top.
Slowly you're drawn back -back to
your world to contemplate it all...flowers.
(HPurcell)
Still I Cry
Still I cry...
for the oppressed of this world who:
night and day have taken the loathing, the
rejections and constant pains of their oppressor's.
For the poverty stricken souls who: have no home,
no food to eat, who is living off the pity and pretense of
their own kind, who is refusing to let the embarrassment and
problems bother them.They'll accept anything, but should they?
Still I cry...
For a better world, when all I see is hate- not love.
When murders are committed everyday and families
are broken up- their hopes down in the dumps.Who will save them?
For the daughters:looking for love in all the wrong places,
For sons: caught up in a world of pleasure and supposed freedom
For the mothers who don't know where to turn, their children
left abandoned on doorsteps--turning away with no regrets.
For the daddies passed out somewhere with smoke and alcohol on their faces.
Still I cry...
For the persons who died from diseases that has become so rampant.
Gone in a blink of the eye from, Aids, Cancer, Obesity and some
never before heard of ones. Sometimes there's a price to pay but where is the cure?
For the prostitute who stands at the corners selling her worth for a dollar,
the drug dealers who thinks fast cash is all good and well
the politicians and church leaders who can’t seems to make
things better.
Still I cry...
For a lot of things. For a change. I cry for a solution to it all,
The: homelessness, the diseased, the innocent lives taken,
the parents, the generation that is and yet to come.
Somebody’s got to help!
Who can help?
Still I cry…
(HPurcell)
