" MY PLANET'S CHILDREN ARE BLEEDING "

As I lay beneath thy most Godly night's sky
This lands craggy features, seem to cry
Over this, thy planets war riddled epidermis
As though thou hast bled beyond thy hearts furnace...

If you were springs lady again and I, the choice
I'd bleed love's sweet sanity, into my brethren voices
One unity, one Love, where thy holiness doth daily instill
Memories, that thou hast bled for us in eternity's fields..

Our souls created from not dissimilar stuff, thy night's sky
Where beneath thy canopy, I reacquaint my mind's third eye
With a quartz contentment, of thy most precious stones
Where my soul no longer recognizes alone
For, I can feel you there
In the grass beneath me,
I recognize thy spirituality,
And I pray
Each day,
To know of you
And to drink of,
Thy wholly,
Oneness....

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)