The Truth

 We are the Truth

That which is material falls away

Only existence remains 

I was here before

I will be here after

The Asking Price

 What we need

The earth shall provide

Then they tax the land

Sell it to the corporation offering the most

Above asking

The area of space the earth has to provide

Becomes infinitesimal

Not instantly

But over time

A slight

Slow

Toxic

Extinction

Failed attempts at recreation

Memories

Pervert the original design

Sacred geometry

They wouldn’t present that way if they weren’t meant to

And if they wanted to be different

It would be by their own hand 

So

We give up the work

Allow dis ease to set in

We walk with our heads hung 

When once we held them high

As if they were too heavy

And a burden

To bear

Bullied into food insecurity

Because we’re didn’t have enough money

For the imaginary asking price

How sad

What a shame

In the Way

 I think what’s really upsetting

Is

We were falling 

But 

The ego got in the way

We knew it was what we both wanted

But

The ego got in the way

Wishing things were different

Knowing that they could be

This could break the cycle

But

The ego got in the way

I spoke my truth

I hoped it would be enough

And it was

But

The ego got in the way 

There I Am

 There I am

Hidden

Tucked away among the dreams

The fantasies

The desires

The real me

My Truth

Inside

 There was a time when I wouldn’t have let you got

A time some like to call

The old me

But was it the old me

Or

Me

Fading

I forget what it’s like to be in love

All I have is a memory

An impression

An apparition

Of how I used to feel

Will I still feel that almost forgotten way

Next time

Whelp

I didn’t notice when you left

I guess I didn’t really care

That much

After all