Have you ever thought, if you can see beyond my grandiosity, I am trying to get a message across. I know I ramble and that, but, there is a reason for it. I just hope you all get the message before it's too late. There is something 'EarhAngel' about those who through thier experiences find themselves within the depths of suffering. I know we all suffer to an extent, but I find myself becoming decreasinly unwell in conjunction with the planets turmoil. Maybe some of you feel it too. Best wishes to all. I fear I may not write for much longer, I am suffering so much and have just had one of the worst relapses of my life. Much love. Michael xxx

 

 Think Twice

 

 

We have enough data now,

We know playing God is not for Men of

Mortal means,

            We know the dreams we have,

Are all not necessarily born of Goodwill

But, nightmares that as years go by,

Become more and more apparent.

            There is a language to our dreams

That can be interpreted as the failing of our

Lives, the projected elements of day

To day living we know,  is not the life

We thought.

            And if you take stock a while,

You’ll see the reality the nightmare is becoming,

The murder, rape, child abuse and poverty

That speaks bigger volumes every day,

Every day we try without an inkling of

Acknowledgement,

                        But whisper cliché of

There but for the Grace of God, go I.

 

            I am asking of the year an amnesty

Of Arms,

Where those believing the gun speaks

Bigger than the pen, discard the rules of old

That make injustice of their very being,

For those that rule their quandary

Of existing for the bullets that they hold,

Are the fearful we’ve become.

 

            Too many a good son and daughter,

Sacrificed for the elements of progress

That in essence is not the progress we

At first believed, are dying by their throngs,

And for all upon this globe now,

There is a cataclysmic siphoning of life

As nature cries you should have heed the warnings,

But protractions of each conflict that bled the

Very life of man;

                        Arrested your development

For better a universe, for only now as

Alarms are being raised,

Are you concerned about the Globe.

 

            An amnesty of arms for all,

Where togetherness in peace will

Be the last lights saving grace upon

Humanity,

            For if we can do this,

If we can lay down the weapons

And start a ripple of confidence within

Ourselves,

            Then Mother Earth may grant

The last chance for us to shake each

Others hands.

 

            This one ball of seas and trees

And animals and humans, gave life

For us to be her guardian,

But if all we do is fight amongst ourselves

Then Mother Earth is lost,

And this cost upon the Universe,

Will be that, the turning back to

Primitive has taught nothing that

Each man and woman and child,

Has the capacity to learn,

And never again will be this human

In his current form;

                        A Guardian of Life.

 

            An amnesty of arms for each

And everybody’s sake,

Will be the courage that we gather,

That rejects the entity of hate.

 

 

Michael J Waite 26^th May 2011.