Author: Lee Down

It’s in our hearts. In our families. In our blood. Spilled upon the earth, soaked in generation after generation for one war or another that the rich deemed our war. NO MORE.

Of all the men and women who wear the cloth, I have yet to meet a real shepherd.

We all need more compassion so we can work this through like mother and child.

Most of my life people have wanted to beat me, whether physically or metaphorically, and I’ve never understood why.

Source. And don’t drain. We all ebb and flow. As does life and love, energy and creativity. Tidal waves or trickles. Each in time. Relax.

You would feel more relaxed,
you wouldn’t be quick to judge
if only you could — understand me.

Meet my friend, Mr. Insanity.

He crept out of the closet,
the dark recesses of my mind,
to visit with a reminder:

Be careful, or you will be — blinder.

And let out a blood-curdling laugh!

© 2005 Lee Down

 

Can the cat have people dreams?
Could that sleeping purr just be
putting dreamy moves with feline grace
on a babe so smooth to deserve a cat call?

© 2005

 

I see what I want to ignore
Unable to hide from it anymore
My happy face has gone away
And now I don’t want to go out and play

There are people starving
With many more in pain and dying
No real homes for warmth or shelter
Our world has become helter skelter

Sitting here on a soft warm bed
I can’t get their pain out of my head
I wish there was something I could do
But I don’t know and neither do you

© 2005-2012

 

You can contribute to the following organizations if you wish:

• World Vision
• Christian Children’s Fund
• Unicef Canada

I knew everything and danced with the stars in the early morning light.
I knew there would be long glorious experiences of sheer joy each day.
I knew I could laugh, smile, and easily forget the past moment for this present.
I knew, and I didn’t even know. Now I know I knew, and no longer know.

I walk alone
following many years of footsteps
that have left indelible marks
upon a psyche cracked forevermore
with reflections of the world insane
inside, outside, alone till death do we part
echoes left deaf and cold upon the beat