| We picked a patch of land
Where the love might grow We checked the terrain And we took a soil sample Before we picked the rocks And planted our seeds. – We knew storms would come But we had built walls To protect our harvest. We tended them daily And hoped for sun. – To cultivate love you need Care, patience, temperance And a watchful heart You must adapt to seasons To weather, to soil. It takes work – But work is honest The harvest brings love a plenty And we reap what we sow. Any excess love is distributed To those who have none. – Many harvests from now We will give the land to you Where a field already protected And without rocks Will cultivate love for you. |
| I write poems, short stories and opinion pieces. One day I will write a script (play/film). I am interested in politics, while many people view formal politics as something outside of themselves, it can still affect our daily lives. I love art of all kinds and appreciate it as a means for us to understand our own world or reconcile ourselves with things we don’t understand through our imagination. Like casting a net into the abyss, who knows what we’ll drag back in: a painting that captures a feeling/moment more than words, a poem which exposes the values we live by, or an obscure piece of music/song that pulls on the heartstrings or makes you sit up and go.. ‘oh whats that!?’ |