Cognitive Dissonance

My pen is my sword & I cut to the hilt

My cords of attachment to dreams that were spilt

I write with my left hand & cut with my right

Burning candles & meditating all through the night…

It’s a Wake, it’s a Vigil

A Celebration we make

Spirit tells me that

All our lives are at stake!

I’m getting active with Friends Of the Earth

Freedom of expression, for what it is worth.

For my words aren’t only weapons, they can heal as well

So I won’t be silenced, I’m casting a spell!