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Wind Speak to my heart (short)
2007-10-04

wind speak to my heart,
the green earth moves beneath my feet,
and you are nowhere to be found.
except in the movement of the leaves,
the sound of the water rippling down the stream.

concrete jungle heat so high,
dead grass no rain so long, everything, dead.
eyes are watching my every move,
narrow alleys filled with trash and blood.

wind, wind, windy day lifts me down.
yellow brightness on the horizon,
white puffy vapor above my head.
blackness ties it all together.

cold shivers my mind;
as my hot hands sweat,
and the peace of the earth is all,
but the wind is no where to be found.

bring bring goes the phone,
ringing off its hook,
as no one bothers to answers the call,
that was made from the heart.

certain things in life are hard to find.
bang bang goes the gun in the young boys hand.
and that i know is wrong,
plead with the sky and your eyes will drown.

if only if only the woodpecker sang,
and the skybird dove into the lake,
rain pouring down upon the dust,
empties all the filth and the lust.

vertices of the mind diverge into grief,
filled with thoughts of empty connections,
as the brain goes snip snip one neuron at a time.
drown the thoughts in liquor,
but the come dwelling up in your dreams.



you can’t escape the world,
so live in it the way you know.
and that will be enough,
to bring the wind rushing down from the hills,

and the trees begin to laugh,
at the filth that we have put at there base,
they always will dwell, even in our abuse.
but save the land, and you might save the wind.

it will lift you up and through you down,
starlight bright above my mind,
fill me with your distance and peace,
so that the haze will clear from this place.

James O. Stewart