They come from different trees
To mix within a common brine;
So many shades of flavor,
Different ways they can combine –
The vanguard of another way:
Of all those who believe
That unity through diff’rence
Isn’t silly, or
Naïve
Author: Sibelius Russell
Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.
Seminole heart
she had a
Seminole heart,
made sad
and
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To share is human:
Self-Portrait
Metal built and long twisted
Ladders out of safety and indolence
Stretching towards life-sustaining substance
To help those that would grow and to
Escape the flames
Always overhead
To share is human:
tell me the truth –
tell me the truth and help me see
the world somewhere outside of me
tell me the lies that make you smile
and soothe me – for a little while –
tell me a tale that just sounds right
that gets me through another night —
just tell me how and where and when
this emptiness fills up
again
To share is human:
Within the Valley
Outside the valley, no one knows
Just how it feels when you
No longer feel —
For what are facts and family
When friends and fortunes seem
No longer real?
We move as we are moved, and so
Without emotion, life
Is broken will —
Within the valley, trapped inside
The hopeless stillness of
The heart
Gone still
To share is human:
the world creeps in around each hedge and border
to see what sort of animal they’ll find —
a lonely deer that’s posing as a lion,
a trembling heart that’s posing as
a mind
To share is human:
Yes
There’s so much that we never hear
Or say, and so we guess —
That question you’re not asking me?
Of course, the answer’s yes
But ‘yes’ is, well, a real world thing:
It tends to up and go —
And leaves a negativity:
The ‘no’ that we all know
But in the secret shadows, we
May yet, at last confess
That thing that only whispers yield
The plaintiff, simple
‘Yes’
