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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Bare Soul

Photo Rob Wiltshire

Is the soul at its best
When it’s bared
Laid open
So fragile and vulnerable
So full
So empty
Or should it remain concealed
Like a bud
That drops from the stem
Unwilling to open
And reveal itself
Its beauty hidden

Thursday, July 21, 2011


Winter 2009
Photo Tina Phillips
Soulstice (The Darkest Night of My Life)

We met in the dead of winter
December never felt so warm
Even though those nights were long and dark
Time with you was never enough
They said it was the winter solstice
The longest night of the year
It felt like the shortest nights of my life
When you held me so near

It felt like the middle of summer
With days so hot and bright
Even though it was the winter solstice
those were the shortest nights of my life

That morning that you left me
My heart spilling tears on the floor
I didn’t know I could ever feel this way
I’d never hurt like this before
It felt like the dead of winter
Though it must have been June or July
Even though they called it summer solstice
those were the longest nights of my life

Autumn has come with its equal light
And I’m more balanced too
Living in the past’s just not my style
Still when I think of you….I think
It felt like the dead of winter
Though it must have been June or July
I know it was the summer solstice
But I swear, it was the longest night of my life.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


There’s violence in our streets
Our hearts are filled with fear
Our families cannot eat
Their faces stained with tears
Yet there is talk of hope
A promise soon of change
Still that hundred note
Comes with so much pain

Is 2012 a dream?
We can make it all come true
By following our star
Although it seems so far
The one that splits that night
That’s always stood for right
Two thousand years ago
Three wise men made it so
And through all space and time
The message was the same
I’ve come back once again
and teach you to walk on water
To save your sons and daughters

This can’t be what was planned
For our American land
Its not why my dad burned
That draft card or mom burned
Her bra in that march
On Washington DC
It was 1963
They burned for each other
And that is why there’s me

Lets choose hope not despair
You know we’re here to care
Out of the darkness now
Into the Light somehow
With love as our guide
In love we must abide
To bring us to that shore
For those we so adore
We must learn to walk on water
To save our sons and daughters

Is 2012 a dream?
Can we follow our star?
The one that stands for right
To save our sons and daughters.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Great Soul

I had a dream the other night
A great soul came to me
The one we call our elder brother
He who walked upon the sea
He said no one lives by what I taught
the lessons so well known
Most people twist my words around
To prove what they want shown

Then He said remember
My message is the same
Always love each other
See everyone as your brother
Cooperate with each other
to set all mankind free
Honor your father and mother
You’re here to serve one another
Put down all those labels
Just love as much as you’re able
And those that sit at your table
Feed them with your love
Norman Rockwell