Charade

charade is my favorite game because I'm always the winner,

charade let it be no more my grasp on reality wearing thinner.

Runaway girl

they gave her diamonds and glistening jewels,

they gave her a shiny pearl,

but all is just not enough for poor little runaway girl

but maybe if you gave her less? and more adventures and fun,

if she had time to stretch her legs why would she need to run?

Mother

what is it about the people whom think they know so much? when we, so small in this universe, cannot answer the simplest of questions, about ourselves, about our existence, about if a tree has a mind of its own...

Every now and then there is that special afternoon, where for some reason the sky captures my attention, how surreal it is to watch the heavy storm brewing, sun beading through from behind.

I've realized in this moment the power they hold, the sun, moon and nature itself.

The wind picks up and sways all the trees and fauna.

You get that rare moment of peace within yourself, everything is so pure and evil doesn't exist.

you feel as one consciousness with Mother.

I come to realize we are so powerless, the life we envisioned as children is now a distant memory, life is grey and the people are in auto pilot. I used to believe I could control the wind and make the trees move, but now all I believe is that my existence is a mistake, how could I possibly be happy that I live amongst these people, the ones that hurt innocent souls, the ones that steal from the less fortunate.

we an inhumane race that wishes to burn and hack at Mother until there is nothing left to salvage yet we are always pointing fingers. we are the parasite that leaches and envenomates everything we touch

She cries and hurts just as we do.

all is too late to be forgiven and we don't even realize the consequences that are coming in result of our actions.

Im sorry Mother.