The Pattern of Austerity

Edited 2/16/14  Written 6/25/13

The Oppression, the burden

Comes down comes over

Opaque beauty and possibility

The Military and Corporations

Paranoia and Drugs

Let alone helping your fellow man

My lungs blackened, time lapsed

There is still a way

To my inner freedom

Culture, profundity, dignity-

Inside the legs is a story

A deep one

Needing to be expressed, released, healed

I am tired of codependence, enabling

Watching my dreams crumble

And wither from within

There is a way out for all of us

I remember Ursula LeGuinn

Seattle Rain, Lopez Slumber

Dreams awakening

To a tremendous sonnet within my soul

God is within, without, around, up and down

Let me roar

Allow me to sing and draw

To speak and write

I will