Forever Rain
Falling.
Collecting, Forming, Falling. The soldiers sit, collect then march to thier destiny, they slide endlessly down my windshield. Soft music is the backround. I sit in my tin covered charriot drowning peacefuly in the sound of Forever Rain. . Thier siblings beat the drum apon the rooftop. The war is a peaceful one no doubt about that. Collecting, Forming, Falling, Beating.
As the days wear on, now once desert brown is slowly bieng replaced by little pools and large puddles of rain. This forever rain is quickly sowing Green wich agian is growing. .
As the days wear on, its hard to tell what time it is, what hour it is, its all the same, forever rain. Peaceful.
A dry hot end of the year with the torture of hummidity was the local wine of 2005. Fall isnt a magnificent chiller this time. Whimpy would be the word. Still lucid in heat and its nearly mid October. Strange Times. One day I think people will look at suburbia and question the sanity. Its an isolating expierence. Like a social siberia. With out oil it would fail. Unless well made but lesser known technology was made aval. then it could still live. Yet it is still a wierd one to live. In lesser areas where suburbia is little. Fall is large, but it takes rain to fuel the colors of hard wood masterpieces.
One day this bubble of time will pop and a new one will form. This is a nation of change, of seasons, of springs and falls. Its time for a fall of oil, a change.
May Freedom Forever Rain in a Nation that is willing to let justice not be dictated by big business and for big business. Let Freedom Forever Rain in a Nation that is willing to support progress even if that technology or progress doesnt allow some sort of vampirical anemic way of profit like oil dependancy. Let Freedom Forever Rain with people who are willing to eat humble pie and accept change, to see a better tomorrow for the children. May Freedom Forever Rain on a people who are people fighting for the poor and down trodden.
Violence makes Violence, Hatred spreads. Love like Gods puts out all fires. Love likes Gods consumes divisions instead of creating them. It takes effort to swallow pride, and to try hard to make your life soft.
May it Forever Rain. May we forever try.
Vx~
Collecting, Forming, Falling. The soldiers sit, collect then march to thier destiny, they slide endlessly down my windshield. Soft music is the backround. I sit in my tin covered charriot drowning peacefuly in the sound of Forever Rain. . Thier siblings beat the drum apon the rooftop. The war is a peaceful one no doubt about that. Collecting, Forming, Falling, Beating.
As the days wear on, now once desert brown is slowly bieng replaced by little pools and large puddles of rain. This forever rain is quickly sowing Green wich agian is growing. .
As the days wear on, its hard to tell what time it is, what hour it is, its all the same, forever rain. Peaceful.
A dry hot end of the year with the torture of hummidity was the local wine of 2005. Fall isnt a magnificent chiller this time. Whimpy would be the word. Still lucid in heat and its nearly mid October. Strange Times. One day I think people will look at suburbia and question the sanity. Its an isolating expierence. Like a social siberia. With out oil it would fail. Unless well made but lesser known technology was made aval. then it could still live. Yet it is still a wierd one to live. In lesser areas where suburbia is little. Fall is large, but it takes rain to fuel the colors of hard wood masterpieces.
One day this bubble of time will pop and a new one will form. This is a nation of change, of seasons, of springs and falls. Its time for a fall of oil, a change.
May Freedom Forever Rain in a Nation that is willing to let justice not be dictated by big business and for big business. Let Freedom Forever Rain in a Nation that is willing to support progress even if that technology or progress doesnt allow some sort of vampirical anemic way of profit like oil dependancy. Let Freedom Forever Rain with people who are willing to eat humble pie and accept change, to see a better tomorrow for the children. May Freedom Forever Rain on a people who are people fighting for the poor and down trodden.
Violence makes Violence, Hatred spreads. Love like Gods puts out all fires. Love likes Gods consumes divisions instead of creating them. It takes effort to swallow pride, and to try hard to make your life soft.
May it Forever Rain. May we forever try.
Vx~
posted by Andrew J Bishop at 4:47 PM
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