"Destined Minds"

SPIRIT OF LIBERTY

I am the archetype of all things free
I move upon the earth unconstrained
spirit of liberty feeds my soul

convention can not anchor me
nor morality keep me paced
to the rythms and tides

and yet my spirit longs to dock
along the shores where palms
sway silently in the oceans breeze

I am the non conformist
for I know how I have been richly made
and life is for the choosing

I long to feel the breath of the creators touch
I long to be free'd from, - yes
free'd even from the spirit of liberty

Should I anchor now and risk
damaging the earths hold
would I dare anchor here?

should heavy cable and rope
be cast overboard and there by
its sheer weigh grip me to the bottom

should I rise above the fears
and reach out to security and stablity
and peform the last stage

of lifes race and anchor
my hopes and dreams upon the rigid
unmoving and unchanging heart

should I let my life be pierced
and secured to lifes eternal flame
and rest finally in the Spirit of Liberty

so now anchored upon the solid rock
I now draw the ships to me that
bring me the adventures I have long-ed sought

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

bestowed gratuitously
needy and suffering sweet relief

benevolent and worthy
generosity for those in grief

liberality so given to the poor
graced bestowed upon their heads

which allows all men to slumber well
as they lay quietly in their beds..

charity without justice
is the poor cousin indeed

chairty without justice
leaves everyone in need

caritas caritas oh sweet sweet caritas

philanthropic my heart yields
to the call and cry of humanity

as theological virtue
demands my all for charity

altruistically can there be a love
that is given so freely

I think as the Father giveth
the myth is dispelled

for even son of God who gives life
so that all sin is repelled

gives caritas with intent to serve
to show the Father's love

ensuring my redemption
through His Son sent from above

caritas caritas oh sweet sweet caritas


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

They Awoke Not.....

Volatile it hit the world
they did not heed the warnings
and they awoke not....

Liquidity crisis reserved
for the poor, naively they
spend and awake not....

brewing, collapsing in an increasingly
inter-connected world
that spends it days in slumber

outstretched eager for their
handout as greed now adorns their back
of themselves they think most even in their sleep

and yet for over a century of affluence
two thirds live in abject poverty
and their part of the world is blinded to the need

Their eyes as though seemingly asleep
care noought for the peoples whose bellies
bloat and grumble as disease feast upon their innards

As thier young die helpless in their arms and yet
we cry out to our leaders not for the starving and
dying and those who have long now fallen in everlasting sleep

For they care only for the bank balance
For the lifestyle they have become accostomed to
and never give a third world a second thought

Now bricks and mortar fall down around their ears
and try to waken the dead
as they realise their fears

So should the God of abundance and joy
stretch out His hand to these? or should
the God of justice bestow his grace

upon all those children ignored for many a year....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

1. ask yourself who controls the purse strings?
2. who really owns the reserve bank?
3. who is it that holds the power?
4. who is it that can make the world change?

Bitter Sweet Taste

the dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
nor is felt on this side of the world

the dark side of chocolate
can you see the milk beneath my skin
from the beatings?

while I am alone and begging for food
as sugar coated travel to Cote d'Ivoire
enforces my enslavement

while you are cosy in bed
enjoying your sweet confectionary
I am working from 6 in the morning

and while you dine in your restaurant
ordering the finest chocolate desert
I am still working till 6.30 at night

so systematically my mind enslaved
my body and spirit destroyed so that you
can give your children chocolate with toy

and so while you argue over semantics
my heart continues to be enslaved
over the price of profit of cocoa

the dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
I am but a silent breath on this earth

that will not pass this way again
and you will turn blind your eye
and willingly open your mouth

to receive the delicious sweet chocolate
as I receive the beatings with no
mouth to speak for me.


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008


http://www.american.edu/ted/chocolate-slave.htm

WHO LIVES HERE?

Who lives here?
whose presence filled these rooms
who's joy and laughter once rang
out the melody of life?

Who lives here?
whose calm filled thou with peace
who's every breath was sweet
to the ear of thine heart?

Who lives here?
whose vibrancy lifted thine spirit
who's the one that gave all of them
refreshed as spring?

Why is the room empty?
where has it's heart gone?
why does the dust fall and thicken?

and who is it that we recognise not?
who's being crouches in the corner
of the room and shelters their head

from all that look on?
dare we call the name that we once
remembered and see if this spirit

will rise and take it's former state?
dare we hope to see a glimpse of the
warming smile that cared for us?

the face that knew us well cannot be
seen and remains shielded under sackcloth
and shoulders slumped and weary

who lives here? I scarecly remember me not....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008