I don’t think I could do this exact project… BUT I think I could do something that would capture the same stuff.
I’m a teensy bit afraid of starting b/c what if I never finish?
I think a healthy community would be one where everyone tried their ideas in the context of community and created dialogue that involved their creativity.
It’s the sound in the silence
The cry in the night
Heard by no one
That is heard somewhere else
It’s the startle under the steel
The well hidden fear
That goes unseen
That is heard by someone else
Who has ascended the heights?
Or gone to the depths?
Who knows the pain in my heart?
The cries in my chest?
Who has a direct line to the things unseen?
Hear me if you’re there
And not a dream.
To me
You seem
Like someone
Afraid
Of losing
Something
That you
Never
Had
The brick that so
desperately
Wanted to leave the
building
-strike out on its own-
Didn’t think freedom
would come
At the hands of a bomb
Or that it would
End up in
A
Pile
Of
Rubble
Hurt as mortar
Pain for bricks
Thick, secret walls
Made from the mix
There’s a tear in her eye
And I doubt it’s of joy
Probably caused by another bad boy
People say what you need to get what they want
She’s got a tattoo on her shoulder
Wouldn’t call it a sleeve
It’s a picture of a sparrow
And a tree with no leaves
Hey lookee here it’s a smug little guy
Little hemp shoes and a twinkle in his eye
He’s better than everyone
And he knows it
kows it
He drives a smart car
And he shows it
shows it
Off with pride.
Marching and glancing
the enemy advances.
Their proud lines crash
wave upon wave -weapons glistening.
We cannot see them
We have chosen not to look.
We have hidden our eyes
Afraid of battle.
We do not wish to make a scene.
We are An Ostrich Army
“The only thing necessary for the triumph [of evil] is for good men to do nothing.”
-Edmund Burke