Surely the most devastating and dangerous weapon this world will ever see – is ignorance.
How to procrastinate
that keeps me positive,
that keeps me hooked
There are endless,
great, unusual things in this world
And, no —
we will not be able
to see them all…
but we should want to.
There are times that call for planning - well thought out, meticulous planning.
And there are times that call for head first, hit the ground running, full speed ahead, blind leaps of faith to happen. These times are where we learn, where we live.
Silent, I sit.
Like a bell,
Scarred with history.
An inescapable reminder of my imperfection,
my flaunted failure.
I represent liberty, and freedom,
that rang once.
I never ring again.
Because who would want ring
a broken bell.
The trees whispered in my ear, a song -
with wind as a bass line,
that struck a chord inside
that began a movement that caused feet to tap,
heads to bob,
waists to wiggle,
shoulders to shake.
The World it played, and I sang with it.
“SING ME A TUNE!” shouted I.
And it answered.
The sounds reverberated against the walls of the World,
so strong they picked us up and danced.
We danced like flames on a match –
that kept burning even after there was nothing left to burn from.
“COME HEAVENS! COME HELLS! COME CELESTIAL BODIES IN THE NIGHT SKY! COME CREATURES UNKNOWN!” rang the Earth.
All night we danced as the music boomed with the beat of thunder,
and lightning ripped through notes like a symbol.
Rain, sharp as a knife, fell onto the acoustic ground.
I danced, and danced, and danced with no tiring.
Never slowed – paired with the universal sound as a life force.
We never stopped, the music never ended – it went on, and on
and the world roared and roared its musical mouth -
until it stopped. Because it was 7:00 AM on a Monday,
and it was time for work.
-Erica D. Percy
And if I couldn’t, than I wouldn’t be.
And I ran —
the air moving swiftly, beside me.
I’d never return.
For long hours crawl into days,
and the sun set three times.
And by the time I found it —
I realized the whole time,
it was behind me.
“I’m a mountain that has been moved.
I’m a river that is all dried up.
I’m an ocean nothing floats on.
I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in.
I’m a sun that never burns hot.
I’m a moon that never shows it’s face.
I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile.
I’m a word that no one ever wants to say.”
There is money and there is happiness, but they are never the same thing.
…high tide to low tide
I am what fills the void.
I am that gasping breath —
when you break surface.
I am the cool spot on
I am that quick moment
you regain composure.
I am your vessel
through future generations.
I am the hand that holds your’s,
and firm support
at your side.
Sunset to sunrise…