Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Gift

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Children, you are not the future!
You are not the hope, nor the promise of a better tomorrow
You are not the byproduct of dreams dead, deferred, or denied  reincarnated as children
You have been told a lie “you are the future”
As tempting as it is, you are not temptation
You are satisfaction in constant action
paddling the canals of a now growing universe.
You are not the future because there is no future
What’s beyond the universe, but more stars? What’s beyond today, but more todays?
The future becomes a trap for knaves
The fools bare their dreams to this stage
souls screaming with passion and rage
While stomping bar after bar after bar building their Guantanamo their cage
Now, forever imprisoned until they in a grave, Alive!
Buried by a dream’s wooden paddle turned shovel.
The cruelty of a dream is only realized when it’s denied by its mother, the source of its birth.
A dream speaks,
“Why can’t I be loved now and held now? Why must I be held a day away?
I can’t live in your tomorrow’s! I paddle through the white waters of the Milky Way
galaxy to be in your arms, only to be arm’s length from your reality!?
If I must live in your tomorrows, you will surely suffer today!”

This is a warning. Harsh words from an idea born of love and purpose.
A dream not properly cared for will make you nervous.
You become a rubber band ball of stress, bouncing stress balls of the walls at your desk,
wishing there would be something better to your existence than this.
A dream knocks on your now, holds up 2 signs in Big Black Bold Letters,
1st reads
2nd reads
“Here it is!”
Your response
“That would be nice. I can’t wait ‘til that happens.” But you do.
Wait for the right moment
Wait for the right time to ask
Wait for the cash
Wait for the perfect circumstance
which is only a day away and is always a day away.
Children, you want you to see your dreams today?
Don’t be tomorrows!
We sing of our love for tomorrow and its future promise but the future promises
 always to be beyond the horizon
Just out of your grasp,
just beyond the point where actions are taken.
While those who have forsaken their dreams smile by the hopes of you
 you can’t be their hope for a better tomorrow or you will suffer their same fate.
 Jailed by the state of wait penitentiary
Where many were told dreams come true and now feel they were lied to.
They were.
Not about dreams becoming reality but about when and the way they do.
Patience is a virtue and procrastination is an excuse.
You must be you now
and strap dreams blood stone tight to your back
start where you are at
Walk Now, Hike Now,
Climb Now, Fight Now,
Help Now, Ask Now,
Work Now, Play Now,
Enjoy Now, Love Now,
 Hate Never, Fear Not,
Become Now, Because Now
is all we got. All we had, and all that will be given.
The Universe is now and Now always grows in trinity,
Nows that past, Nows that are here, and Nows to come.
Children, don’t be the future, ‘cause you are not the future.
Be the gift you were born to be, Now!


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