Not one.

Hallowed Ground

Hallowed ground 

on a busy street.

A lifeless body covered

in a golden sheet.

I saw your picture,

I cried to heaven.

A great struggle took place in my heart.

On one side rage

the other side peace

and they fought all night 

like ravenous beasts.

When the morning came 

I felt the calm.

Peace had prevailed

the battle was won.

I know the cold ground is undeserving of you.

I know your family is struggling without you.

I know that I ran to hug my own child.

I know I did not let go for a long while.

But death, there is no death,

just a changing of worlds.

and you will sail on

your flag unfurled.

As for us, 

who on earth still remain

we will raise your sacred flag.

And in so doing, 

we will call all to overcome

bitterness and strife

with goodness and light.

And we will not stop

until your battle is won.

Hollowed ground,

on a busy street.

We wait for you, 

an eye on the East.

Gypsy Soul

The one true thing
for him was the road.
The one true reality
a traveling show.
The one true vision
a puff of smoke.
and the one true woman
a gypsy soul.

Inspired by espionage.  A spy is an artist who not only crafts a lie but also a world around that lie.  The result is a tall tale you willingly accept as reality. 

Truth

Inspired by Truth.

     I have come to realize that people are not good at keeping secrets.  The Buddah said it best:

"Three things cannot long be hidden:

the sun, the moon, and the truth."