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

White walls

There are too many

white walls

left bare in our houses,

and we put up mirrors

to remember

our own faces

set against

the backdrop

of boring white walls,

lifeless

like our bottle of pills,

like dreams

set on fire,

pain easing into us,

a welcome enemy

because we can mask it

with our Tylenol

and cheap addictions...

we can't sleep

with the taste of guilt

or anger

so we burn ourselves,

cauterizing

the flesh of the soulm

burning away

the bear trap

on our minds

that we like to call

ethics

and we let objectivism seep through

like nuclear waste

giving us

a cancer

that rattles our bones,

like a hawk

taking away our bodies;

we say death

is the end

because we're selfish

about time

like a currency

we track between nations,

so put your face

on a coin.

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

War

We stand here,

our emotions hand-picked

out of a box of crayolas,

we are molded metal

slowly bending itself

to become

the children of poverty,

lust,

we are the muted jewels

that can no longer

shine;

we fall slowly

like moths into a jar,

we are creatures

robbed of our peace,

our places taken

by alibies,

tears of blood

falling

into the hands

of our enemies,

our pain,

our trust,

our misfortune

being thrust

int a grab-bag

of happiness

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster