hippie

There's a tattoo

on your forehead

that says

Jesus saves

but will he save me?

I am the devil

in my blue dress

and leather shoes,

my skin a map

of woodstock,

the 80's

and following the Grateful Dead

all the way through,

my feet callused

from marching for peace,

my face

tells you stories

of peace pipes,

acid trips,

a night in jail

for disobeying a society

that cannot hold me;

you cannot tie down

someone made of the wind;

I travel

from city to city

spreading

peace,

love,

vegetarianism

and communal living,

I am the messenger

for the earth's wisdom,

a shaman

to heal humanity;

I wish to heal your soul

yet you despise me

because there's dirt on my skin

from decades

of being

what you refuse to become.

And your Jesus will not

save me;

for I am a heathen

in your eyes,

your religion

the purity drug

for which I am

the antidote;

I am not a wall you can bend

with your beliefs;

nor am I

something you can mold

like untamed wire;

accept me

and my soul;

I have been

forever society's canvass,

the artwork of the streets,

the exhalation

of tortured youth.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

A call to action

We rise,

dawn illuminating

our chosen path;

we walk

on golden sand,

emerging with

a beautiful spirit

and joyful song;

let our voices serve

as a beacon of hope

for humanity;

let our spirit become

the marrow in your bones,

let us become

the music in your veins

as we resound

with the rhythms of peace

as it flows through our blood,

giving us

freedom from suffering,

allowing happiness

to become

the power

that unites us,

and as we walk

this chosen path

we leave behind

the footprints of obstacles,

advancing

toward the sacred goal

of everlasting peace

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Bodhisattva

We emerge,

children of the sun,

the bright youth

anticipating

each new day;

we make this promise to humanity:

we shall not fail,

for we are stronger

than the warrior,

determined to defeat

whatever darkness

confronts the human spirit,

our hears

shining diamonds

that reflect

the light

of indominable hope;

for we shall not be swayed

by the currents of hatred;

nor shall we drown

in the waves of destruction;

we stand,

our cause

a solid column of stone,

unmoved

by hurricanes,

for if you move the earth,

we will rise from the ground

so as to encounter

our mission,

our passion for life

is the vehicle

that shall end

mankind's suffering.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Human Revolution

We walk,

bearing the golden orb of humanity,

carrying on

with undefeatable strength

to complete a mission more impossible

than any battle...

we are the warriors of peace,

stripped

of our armor,

marching each day

at dawn...

every new sunrise

a day of hope

where happiness will blossom

in the life of one person

who will change the world

with a life

filled with peace

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

evolution

A handful of creation,

we exist,

nimble creatures

set on creating

paper from thought,

emerging

like words out of stone,

we are numb

to a world of criticisms,

we count minutes

and eternity

in another,

concentrating

on our subtle

differences...

the incantations

of our environment,

evolution is this way...

slow and cruel,

torturing us

with anticipation;

we need a break through,

we see a spot on the wall

and call it passion,

finding art

in an industry for youth,

manufacturing our lives

from religion,

torture,

eternity...

thoughts

on a pedestal

for us to admire

as our own

as we search

for the antithesis

of our passions

in every day life;

we groan from the pain

of tireless lovemaking

pent up

in the unrequieted

passions of the flesh,

coming to a halt

as we realize

we are human;

we stand

baffled

by the disappointment

of our shortcomings,

cursing god

and revealing

the truth

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Apathy

We can only forget

for a little while

until it hurts

and we take our pain

in tears and pills,

we're too numb

and its hard to feel

when you don't care,

we give up too soon

as we become weaker

we starve for simplicity

in a tangle of ropes

and everyone

is pulling;

we need to be free;

the youth have open sores

that need healing;

let us out of the cage,

let us fly,

let our words

change the world.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

A call to youth

A clock ticks by hours,

deciding fate

by the second,

we run on a path

of twisted karma

we thought we threw away,

only to dig up old bones,

pieces of our past

left behind

like miles on a road,

we run on the asphalt,

following

the little white lines,

perforating weakness

with heavy footprints;

we march into the sunrise;

taking our weapons--

our staff of hope,

the spear of light,

fighting off injustice

with wisdom

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster