Survival by Jennifer Lynch

Lies

I don’t want to see the lying eyes of politicians as

They plant their spies to divide us like pieces of a cake

Saving the largest piece for them

There are no sides only the ones they force upon us to

Distracting us from the truth

Yet still they continue to manipulate

Lining the pockets of the filthy rich

And do nothing about the bankers robbing their

Own banks with bonuses which far exceed the imagination

Of pensioners not able to cover their heating bills

Those familiar names of a few families we hear over and over

We know the world is run by a handful of men -the dirty dozen

Who hold all the cards in this vast monopoly game of life

Investigations stopped by the military for daring to get close to truth

Mocking us as they absurdly think that we believe their

Lies – they insult our intelligence

All is blamed on terrorist groups as military bases are secured

And people are thrown into jails with no trail held suspected of crimes

But no hard core evidence but the core that lays under

Their feet as they pace up and down in the scorching heat  

Like circus animals and we call ourselves human

I name no names because in doing so this won’t be read

As people soon have distaste for the truth when it comes to being

Loyal to their country

Preferring to remain patriotic

What is this war on terror does it exist

Or is it another means to

Control the population with an agenda reaching the far corners

Of the earth

Hadn’t you noticed the new geographical political map

As our earth begins to shudder on her axis

Little by little our human rights diminish as another amendment

is introduced in a fashion that only a expert lawyer could understand

There were no complaints

No-one understood it

But it smelt

It felt as dirty as the toxic waterways polluted with heavy

Metals

The waters not safe to drink

Lung diseases increase leaving this earth seeing a familiar pattern

We stare up on a summer’s day and won’t admit to chem trails

Where engineers were told not to service their planes because on

Certain days someone else was doing some special kind of service

One where another person dies of lung disease

Poem of The Day by Jennifer Lynch

PURPLE HEARTS

My soul has rendered a purple star

With thoughts of you that drift afar

The beauty of love

The whisp of rain

Has drunk my thirst

To rise in vain

Alas my spirit’s nearly gone

I hear your voice in every song

I see your face in every tree

Why can’t love just follow me?

And though I’m decked with rage and pain

I still hope that we’ll meet again

A purple heart with a pink surround

Can unconditional love be found?

Jennifer Lynch

RUNNING WATER by Jennifer Lynch

Once there was a river it was made from mud.

It stole the hearts from men it dried and looked like blood.

It was all that was left of many years of pain

Distilled by our dreams, a wound to heal again.

I could feel a rush of anger in my throat,

I would need some water on which to sail my boat.

There would be a measure, the distance between the cracks,

divided amongst the thirsty a flask held on our backs.

There would never be enough, so many miles to walk

A life to be saved, a lesson to be taught.

I don’t remember the way it used to taste

Was it clear from anger without the toxic waste

Did it bubble slowly or gush from a stream

Was it clean and healthy, Earth’s forgotten dream?

Did we turn it on and off, a tap, a pump, a well.

Did we pay the price, was water cleaned to sell?

Will divine intervention help us fill our pail?

Could we flood a valley?

With tears we could not fail

DANCE by Jennifer Lynch

  

    Softly stepping in time with the music 
touching that inner space
Eyes meeting eyes reflecting moments
synchronised across the face
Moving swaying hypnotizing
trusting staying with what's real
Depths of passion for the music
learning just how to feel
Retraining what we knew already
deep in our soul before we lost
The earth's melodies of knowing
keeping time at any cost
Ballet to salsa, urban rhythms
they made us what we are
For in each turn we are reaching
For in each turn we are travelling far
In a sense in each direction 
sits the essence of our soul
A subtle beat in the moonlight
A fire's embers on the coal
Light up the dance with new found
passion you are the master of the dance
You decide which way to take it
In a haze or in a trance
Merging but individual
In how deep it resonates 
Bold and vibrant colours seeking 
where dance does not hesitate

Jennifer Lynch

What does our New Earth look like?

If you were going to create heaven on earth

how would it be

We can create it you and me

We can be part of a brand new dream

Where the water is pure and beautifully clean

Where the people are joined together

Not through fear but through loves endeavour

Where there is no need for money because

everything is free

Because everything has value -

it is plain to see

There is no "welfare state" because we all know what 

to do

Offer a bed or divide things in two

Remember the story of the loaves and the fishes

in your heart it fulfils your deepest wishes

of abundance which grows and grows

not duality or separation which steps on your toes

There is no polution because people are content

to stay where the grass is green and need no

story to invent

To realise that what they have is bountiful and pure

Everyone is wealthy 

No longer is there poor

There are no weapons of mass destruction 

There is no terrorist of mind's invention

There is no fear of the an unknown threat 

The veil is lifted the button is re-set

Time has started from zero point

We can't repeat we can only annoint

Bless this world and all who is part

Release the past and heal her heart

Does she have forgiveness so we can start afresh

Can you have forgiveness and release from this mess

Can we envisage and intend a better place

Even though we know that we have fallen from grace

Anything is possible we have the power

not just to ruin strip and devour

We have the power to heal

and the power to intend

It is our choice our voice that we send

Is the earth listening - does she have ears

Listen to you and then if becomes clear

Listen to you and hear the hum

The tone the note we have already begun ...

Jennifer Lynch

Author of the Silver Lining

and Skin Deep