-Poem- Medium Tornado

Written October 2009

Color orange in my belly
Spinning cycle like the sun
Run away with creativity
Don't let magic come undone
I've been seeing prophecy
Not the kind that man created
It's a spinning medium tornado
That this culture has confiscated
They take the Nobel Peace Prize
Place it in a grave
Cover it in a soldiers ashes
Who's soul will never be saved
These thirsty blood rite rituals
Being performed on sacred battle grounds
And all the kingsmen laugh
As their king is finally crowned
Are they doing their ancestors justice
By conquering this land?
The answers are inside of you
What do you command?
Take this pale of water and dump it over your head
Breathe in clarity of h20
Breathe out everying you've been fed
Color green in my heart
Pushing upward with tiny quakes
Make your way through the ionesphere
HAARPS waves you shall never fear
You grow through compassion
You are the healer
You will sprinkle your wounds tight
With a sparkeling concealer
And everything you've ever known will suddenly burst into flames
Wither away the madness
Burn away the mind games