Circle

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I’m calling for a revolution

And it starts in your own circle

In you own sphere.

With those that you hold dear.

Or did.

Try with them. Try your best

Let old follies and rages rest.

Hold out your hand in peace

Let your own battle cease.

These small wars. These small rages

Blot you life with blackened pages.

But when you look to bigger wars

You can’t understand the cause

It’s hard to see a reason

Why murder and violence mark every season.

But look at your life.

Examine your soul

Let the mending begin at home.

This revolution can be small

And might feel no good at all

But I promise you that if you all take part

The vibes of progress will really start

To spread outwards from its core

And overlap more and more

And soon your circle will be the world

And your tiny voice will have been heard.

(c) Slumpless

 

Carols By Candlelight

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I saw the glow as I trudged home in the dark

And imagined the beautiful voices

The high ceilings

The peace.The lulling peace.

I paused. Maybe I would join you.

Maybe I would sing to heaven

And bask in the candlelight

But then I remembered

That you don’t accept me as I am.

You say ‘all are welcome’

But you consider  me sinner

More sinful than the rest.

I can’t join you.

I can’t cast my eyes to heaven

When my destination is sulphur.

Sulffer.

And I am sorry. I really am.

There is so much that I believe in

It’s a pity you don’t believe in me.

(C) Slumpless