"Destined Minds"

TWIGHLIGHT...

Twighlight comes in mornings hour
and meets again in the eve
when time has passed and dif-fus -ed light
reflected below the suns horizon

as evening light falls accross the lake
and dusk ushers the twighlight glow
as sillohettes form on the fields
tall beings with many limbs and fingers

bow at the close of day and greet the
mist that settles in between the intervals
of space and tim,e so faint the light
that begs the onset of mystery

perceiv-ed illumination shaded and obscure
at days end and yet I see with clear mind
and clarity the truth that is blinded by the
bewitching hour of the shadows that often

lay in wait and lurk and want for the cracks
in youth's mind to bend and weild and shape
for the misdeeds that twighlights hour did
not give rise nor permission

For twighlight offered many truths of
what the stars decree - so who can live
with one foot in darkness and one in light?
and poor the spirits that enjoy the mocking

and see not the darkness' entrapment but
wise the owl that sees acutely and lives to
tell the tale of twighlight and forewarns
the other creatures who enter into

twightlights grandeur of rooms that walk
beneath the green gums and stay on the well
trodden path of what hovers between the
day and night

Can sunshine fade from a loving heart?
can dusk fall and grapple with the mind?
Can evenings fall darken the night sky?
Can man triumph in the twighlight?

Maree Long
(c) Maree long 2008

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

GRACE

Grace bestowed her presence
and visited me today
Grace in all her forms
was appreciated by this heart

for though lowly in spirit
I was lifted up for but a
moment of grateful moment
that I could rest for a single

breath of all that life is
that I could know compassion
that I could know grace that I
could rest my weariness

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

EBB AND FLOW OF FORTUNE

the ebb and flow of fortune
that comes your way and hides
just out of reach as the world
turns the tides

the chance happening of adverse event
the toss of coin the foretelling of ones
destiny that can change the course of
time and distance all emnity

unknown and unpredictable phenomenon
the state of process of known senses
without benifit of reasoning or intuition
seen through clouded lenses

and who will call on lady luck
to guide the falling hand of cards
and is the result a mere victim of circumstance?
that is often left to chance

and ebb and flow of fortune
unbroken continuity like wheat
flowing into a silo pours its wave
unsettling once known serenity

of harvest the crop that which you have sown
so blame not lady luck or hand fortune
over to Murphy and take the breath of life and say
not that it suck

so make your fortune well and sieze the moments
glory as one would take hold of the golden sap
that is once gashed in the tree and turn a handy
profit of a richness that pours our free

for all life is metred and such is the ebb and
flow of fortune so abound and teem with
coffers flowing with treasure and live your
life to it's fullest measure

and don't become hardened like the residual of
lava flow keep the stream open and be prepared
to swim against the tide so that at the end
of day in peace you can abide

to meet your fortune in the ebb and flow
of lifes sequential outpouring and remember all
return and give accountability to the source

from whence we first came nought without remorse.


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

YOU LOOK BUT DO NOT SEE

you see the salted tears
but you feel not its stinging

you see my broken heart
but you feel not its aching

and how could you, for you are
are lacking in empathy of man

vile vile emptiness you are
you take up space that is wasted

on you and your children, you
breed a new breed of vileness that

walk and destroy just as you have
done they have learnt you ways

well - and you are not happy with
your life -only happy at days end

of the deeds you gloat about and roll
in it's muddy glory

you are the vileness that walks
and harbors spite - you are the

essence that breathes the stolen
breath of life for you have no

life of your own, you can only
wear the shoes of others and on

you all is ill fitting, you
hobble in our shoes and your

goblin face distorts at the
discomfort but persistent you

are for you have no shoes to
call you own for envy is all

you are - your focus is on the
want of others and you hurt

your children but you do not
care for you will admit neither

you wanton lack of compassion
and empathy and you pat yourself

on the back and spend your days
and devising and your nights

drinking and wasting away your
years of rage for you were

milked from your mothers poisonous
lap of deception and feel not

the end of time that awaits for you
the end of time that will judge

you by the very measure of what
you saw and felt not and then

you will see and then you will feel
and there hopefully your children

will not hear your cries the they
were long time ago saved
.............from your fate

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

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