#poeticvisuals

Standing still is also a form of movement. Between skin and space there is a breath that does not ask permission to be seen. It simply exists.

The Price of Peace

Will you see the same thing I do

when the angels dance themselves free?

Gone are the chains that hold them when

we agree not to disagree.

And what would the poets write if

we decide to think one the same

and you all agree with my view,

no matter whose view we might blame?

You will see the same thing I do

when the demons escape to hell,

fleeing the glaring peace on earth

like some thieves from an alarm bell.

We'll sing a song in harmony

but the chords will sound very wrong

because we're singing monotone

after all we sing the same song.

You will sing the same note I do

and we'll live in a blissful peace

with no need for different humans,

trapped in sameness, without release.

So next time that you might argue

do so with your biggest smile

while peace on earth is a great cause,

conflict's what makes living worthwhile.