The State of Our Times by annonymiss – copied.

I’m sick of covid-19.I’m sick of black vs. white.I’m sick of Liberals vs. Conservatives and Democrats vs. Republicans. I’m sick of gay vs. straight.I’m REALLY sick of the media.I’m sick of the language being used and plastered all over the media…I’m sick of no one being allowed to think what they want & feel what they do without offending someone.I am sick of the people who are out there jumping on the bandwagon to protest just to cause mass confusion and more hatred and to riot, loot, and destroy…I am sick of blaming the world for the sins of a few.We’re one race—the human race. We All Matter!You want to support Trudeau or Ford? You do it! It’s your choice.You want to support Trump ? Fine… also your choice!You want to believe in God? Okay, believe in God.You want to believe in magical creatures that fly around & sprinkle fairy dust to make life better? Awesome… you do it!!BUT how about being mature enough to be able to deal with the fact that everyone doesn’t have the same exact mind-set as you. Having our own minds is what makes us all individuals and beautiful. If you can’t handle that fact….I’m sorry!! I don’t have to agree with everything you believe in.And wear a frickin ’ mask. Not because it will stop covid, but it might slow it down. Or don’t. But don’t belittle those of us who choose to. So be a decent human being without being hateful. Copy and paste if you agree.

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From your history to the future we apologize,

Our footprints are deep and scar the earth

We cracked the sky with ignorance ran early and now being to walk

Forgive us our past mistakes, greed weakened compassion

Advances blind our judgement, industrialization of humanity

We stand defiant over natures force, went to battle to become a God

Greed over need decides who breathes

See my footprints stand beside the path they wore

Allow history to deliver its promise, seek a path of your own

My Room part 1.4

If I am brave enough to walk the path of my past I will answer so many questions and tear away the disguises worn by others the stood by my side, the truth behind their support, did they hold me steady hold me back or push me aside. I need to allow my blanc page to walk the path of truth. Truth is just a personal version of circumstance and is made to order and alteration.

         Allow my mind to be the blank page I can fill with everything, so many things I want to tell, how much time do I have before someone finds me and makes me leave, or will they lock the door not knowing I’m here, or worse would they turn off the light and take away the blank page. My once blanc page is full, everything that was there in the dark and light is recorded, is it there for me to remember, there for others to read, will anyone ever read it, is it a sign left for others to see cleverly disguised as just another rant to overlook.

3am thoughts

Have you ever faced a problem, have you ever been afraid when you are forced to face an unknown; as we grow we face these issues all the time looking ahead, they are impossible, living through them and looking back becomes manageable even a triumph, death is a problem, faced with the unknown looking forward its impossible…

My Room part 1.3

What am I supposed to do here? I have my thoughts, I have memories, I have hopes and ideas, I have no one to tell them to. But that means I have no one to tell me no. Time allows me to find this room now, I am segregated separated hidden away in isolation my blanc paper is my willingness to replay the locked away memories of the past.

My Room part 1.2

           Some see this as opportunity, some see this as life showing them a sign, not everyone knows how to read or accept the gift of the sings right in front of us, others could consider this solitary confinement. Why did I find this room now, why could I never see it before? Who were in all those other rooms, and what were we doing?

My Room part 1.1

          My life is my house, it has so many rooms. My situation has left the light on in one room, all the other rooms are now dark. I move to the light in the room and do the one thing that circumstance allows. I discover this room has always existed and the light was always on, but I could never find it because the door was closed and locked. There were other rooms everywhere and the lights were on and I could walk in and out like there were never closed doors.

Tiny Grain of Sand

A Tiny Grain of Sand

Look at me, look at me, look at me               

A tiny grain of sand on a beach without a sea      

Surrounded by millions of billions that look just like me

A desert as far as I can ever see         

I’m just a little grain living in an endless sea of sand

I can travel yet I have no feet I have no hands

Am I trapped here without a purpose planned

I move through my world at others command

The breeze has found me and places me at the stone lion’s feet

I can see three Pyramids of might stand proud backed in summers heat

The winds swirl me in circles up up up I go I dance in natures heartbeat

As I am lifted, a short distance I have drifted wind-assisted new grains are here to meet

There are other grains brought to me by the distant winds hand

They speak of an oasis from this distant land 

I now know there is more to the grains more to the sand 

Their tales unfold and inspire me the shape of their edges speaks of travels unplanned

Look closer, closer and then closer still  

From a distance, we look the same and on the outside always will  

I take a place in the sand and a search for a purpose to fulfill  

My future hides from me but wants to be part of something bigger would be a thrill

Equality in appearance a moving carpet rebel as one might 

Individuals disguised in plain sight

We reflect an outward appearance projected by light

One grain represents the impression of all is our fight

Sands of the Sahara is all I know as home

I’ve seen unbelievable sights from my place on the ground civilizations grown

I have seen mankind advance suffer loss and disappear and are left alone

Their meetings can be violent blood spills we receive them as the overthrown

A force or reason unseen brought them here they carry mistrust 

Their hands create images of their worship made from us 

they will disappear over time without care monuments return to dust 

We witness their decline and secrets entrust 

Water is the only visitor for us here it tickles

thunder and lightning signal their arrival drops form rivers as it trickles

The force of its power tries to shape us carves our prickles

Transformed in our way unlike the idols we surround so simple yet fickle

The invisible hand of wind sweeps, a breeze of fingers it creeps gives us the power to fly

It comes for some but not all this time, refusals denied, our departure without tears, no time to cry

Some are left to watch them go do they look back do they try

Our land paints a new picture everyday grains turn to dust carried into the sky

Where do they go when they are out of sight

Is the landscape is forever changed as they are taken away day and night

The sand is forever shifting winds grows strong and too hard to fight

I see them carried away without wings I finally take flight

Caught on a wind and carried to the sky the limits of which impossible to show 

I have never before seen the size of this mighty lion or this many buildings bellow

The beach beneath me as far as I can see continues to grow

Over the top of the pyramids higher and higher and higher I go

From here I see the desert that for so long I called home

I am on a journey controlled by the wind I feel so alone

There are others here with me I see them and feel strong

I wonder if the ones on the ground will know that I have gone

For the first time ever I look past the clouds

I look down on the birds a river the crowds

Higher still higher I hope for more if I am allowed

For the first time, I see what I was a part of and of that I am proud

Up here I see stars where only astronauts play

The sky has no end I see night and see day

Have others seen these same things was their journey this way

I am scared and excited unable to return so here I must stay

Far below me, the horizon curves the land away rivers feed the oceans

The land moves from beneath me below blue water in my heart warm emotions

Everything to be seen at once but not a part of the grounds commotion

Peace is found isolated in this cloud from dirt to sand to dust all promotions

I visit the places beyond all dreams where raindrops are born and will eventually fall

Each looks alike as we did from the ground a journey their own and a place for them all

Their pathway seems clear, create a cloud to fall as rain or as snow freed by the wind their downfall

Are they so different from us our desert becomes their sky do we give life as we trade places below

3000 miles of my journey elapsed

The distance means nothing as endless time has passed

How much longer will the wind that carries us last

A new future awaits and doesn’t care about the past

Millions of trillions of us taken, removed from the sand

As long as time began a grain is all that I am lifted above the rest I fly, I can

Like those that surround me, I escape the deserts hand

From a land unforgiving across an ocean of life to deliver myself and be part and more than I am

Not all of us will reach the approaching shore

Some will join the clouds and rain and some the ocean floor

A new beginning to be revealed at this time is what the journey is for

Each and every raindrop every grain of sand overlooked by how were seen yet worth so much more

Creatures of the deep I can see the secret world you keep

I see how the rain brings back what you need as you sleep

I envy the rain as I look at the lakes and rivers deep

Their sacrifice from the sky from delivered to the trees to the grass creep

Up close I Look at the clouds and see where raindrops live

They drift around the world bring change to the weather filter the air like a sieve

The wind pushes them from hiding and fuels the ground below feeds the land and the life it gives

like socks for the sky creating electrical charge allow thunder and lightning to be collaborative

The wind turns gentle and releases its hold on me 

A world away from a land that I lived from where my trip began replaced so easily 

Seeing things, I could never prepare for, is this what I really lived for I don’t believe what I see

From a barren dry desert landscape to an Eden set free

Breeze weakens, the wind release me a new path of life waits to be found

Your horizon of the sand is my past, out of view is my future we separate without a sound 

The invisible hand that carries me past the waters of blue weakens as I look around

Sights I see are unimaginable life in forms indescribable abound as I am welcomed to the ground 

I take my place, make my new home in their soil

This life and growth never seen in my time, surrounds me unspoiled

The wind my necessary savior, I continue here anew from their toil

From a desolate beginning, I am humble, in the presence of this new tranquility I recoil

I find others have arrived before me, look at what they have done 

From such a simple beginning in a sea of sand where life is so hard for everyone 

No one would ever think that from a land thought dead so much life could ever come 

I bring what little I was to this place because from me life begun 

I am a drop of rain, I cannot swim, the confessions I hear as my wind, their wind, the wind, approaches their clouds

I never dreamed I could fly, but here we meet, our differences collide, shared in our deserts of shrouds

To them their home must be just like a desert, each one so alike we are similar opposites our singular journey away from our crowds

Fears face the unknown to be brave changes nothing, this time we are alone it is all that it allows

Our time seems endless, another day promised as the sun rises, we have always had our place here

Appearance of time and travel only show on sharp edges that in youth still appear

Worn away from wind, and in time the kiss of the clouds moved by the winds, our puppeteer

Thoughts of what is left behind are memories time will hide, once in this lifetime means in the next they may reappear

I am a grain that has left the sand, will they miss me, did they see me leave

The sights I’ve seen I could never return to tell the words escape me how could they believe

A tiny part of the land like the trillions of others called sand the transition a greatness to receive

The time spent where you were taken from is only as long as was needed to become the one you would never conceive

I Envy the water the life it gives it cover so much like the land from my past                           

I envy the wind powering ships that sail the lakes and oceans so vast

I envy the birds as they own every sky they live on the winds and hunt so fast

I envy the clouds I envy the trees I envy the worlds true creations I’ll never surpass

A mere speck of dirt a grain of sand my value means little after all I see

Embarrassed by my insignificance lost with my idea of my identity

I am braver now my fears are gone I have gone so far I can stand alone I face my destiny

What I envy the most is the chance to achieve everything I was meant to be

Authored by

R. William Standish

Copyright 2020

Emerge

Breath release me to emerge

Place flesh on the bones of my discarded skeletons

Many more are in the dust on our feet

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