Unchallenged and Not Spoken Clearly

I lay face down in a field of wheat. Blades of grass soft like a baby's hair... My thoughts deceiving me... My mind hard at work thinking about the tragedies of life. How could there be love in such a place of evil and hate? How can there be evil in such a place of laughter and love?

This mind wonders why this body can go, and these eyes can see, and these hands can do. The truth opened like a river right before me, and after me was the lies longing to destroy me. The stars and the moon lit so far away in the sky reflecting like a mirror our terrible troubles and blissful hopes.

Every peacemaker seems to meet with great tragedy always. What axes and torture the world has for beautiful things. How the sun rises with beautiful colors as the cheetah steps in for the kill. Tears and hideous laughter that seems never-ending, Have you swallowed with terror and raised your hands to the sky, and asked with terrible trouble, DEAR GOD, why? Have you felt for your end to come into sight?? and said "I don't want to go on, but I don't want to die."

The ink streaming now to the edge of the page... with some kind of endlessness. Unchallenged... the lines here can't see what the world has to offer them, be it beauty or horror.. But every word has it's own certainty to leading to another, what word's can speak of that certainty, but the ones not spoken clearly.