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A Critical Mass

One World Day
One World Day - an idea whose time has come, baby, can you dig it? One World Day: an event enlisting all of you, the roughly 6.6 billion people on the planet, to unite with the voice of one human peace-army for a day – telling it like it is, telling it like you really want it to be. One World Day sings the demands for world leaders to heed the voices, needs, wishes and agenda of you, the people, for peace, sustenance, comfort, cooperation, understanding, fulfillment and opportunity instead of promoting the mad money mania the world has been forced to endure for ages! One World Day – an expression by you, the people of the world, who, through your sheer numbers, your

A Wasted, Stubborn Gaze
Glance upon the shadows cast by ficus limbsas their growing fingers span memories' bridge,creeping across dandelionclock facesthat mark the consistent progress of seconds'subconscious wile; while marijuana's wasted,stubborn gaze persists in calculating odds:seeping seeds spend evolution underground.Childlike drifting fascination, feathersleaf through the creole backstreets of Mardi Grasrevelry under ash blackened foreheads, dreamssquander faintly demented marching brigades'bound captives; coffin gagged, violence resistentbodhisattvas' sing supine supplication - winding a forest carpet, silent, sublime.

Passion Spent Spills
Heated flesh radiates with a red aura:rubbing up against attraction’s golden glowin the still midnight hush, a fragrant flushblushes urgency to flower petulantlyas the whitewater rapids of desire plycuriosity with a provocative pretense.Forms embody souls’ impressionsand curve-cuddle close like the linesof fingerprints, they shadow danceon momentary eternity’s wall –illuminated by united bliss-brilliancein separation’s dark desert of illusion.The fresh scent of passion spent spillsupon quivering petals like dewdrops’crystallized ambrosial nectar: innocenceyields like fading star

Crestfallen
Scrambling up a mountainsideslippery pebbles slide under foot.Fingers grasp, clutching emptinessin the crestfallen starscapewhere prayers wander aimlessly.Who dares suckle the night? An owl prowlsthe moonless land,a rodent in its talons.Slithery scavengerswitness eons crumble into dust,strewn across time’s sandy highway.A cavern’s frigid bowelsfossilize ancient talesetched on evolutionary walls.Even created ignorance leavesa trail: demented dementia.Who dares nourish the suckling mother?

A Cold, Stone Edifice
A cold, stone edifice lurks at the edgeof daybreak. Soldiers’ boots crawlacross blood soaked streets in hazyhalf-light. Bats screech through un-peopledunderpasses in the between-world – killersabove corpses below. The mostly asleepundead dreamwalk through turnstiles,depositing their productive yearsinto token slots as they pull the gas pumptriggers of Uzis and smart bombs.Wealth’s stranglehold grips newbornfantasies by the jugular, applying pressurewhile insatiable appetites ooze a putrid,envious and lusty stench. A blind moment –no one’s eyes read the inscription, so a cold,stone edifice shr