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THE EXPERIMENT CONTIUNES…

2018 promises to be an adventure in writing. I met the first challenge to write last year. I hope to continue to be inspired.

THE PLACE I’M IN

I don’t know how I got to the place I’m in, But I feel like I’m falling I feel like I’m sinking, I don’t know what I’m thinking I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know how I got to the place I’m in, But I can’t find the wall, I can’t find the wall, I feel so small, When did I commit a sin? The further down I go, The less and less I know, I have nothing left to show, But I haven’t hit bottom yet, Through the blood and tears and sweat. The fearsome fight I’ve fled, Can be traced back from where I bled, Did I leave myself for dead? I don’t know how I got to the place I’m in, But I can’t stop this aching, Is this all from my making? This trip that I’m taking, Never seems to end. I can’t find the wall, And I can’t find the floor, And I’m falling some more. I don’t know how I got to the place I’m in, But I can’t give up trying, Am I falling or flying? There can be no denying, That my soul is on the mend. I don’t need a floor, I am out the door. I don’t need a wall, It’s a soar , not a fall. A new perspective defines what to believe, I’m not bound but I’m free. It doesn’t matter how I got to the place I’m in A new change won’t define me. There are no chains that bind me. Now I am shining. There is no other place I want to be. © 2018 Gerald Ealy

IT’S TIME

It’s time, For a heart to heart , A soul to soul, A goal to goal. It’s time, For laughter to spread, To forget what they said, To get out of your head. It’s time, To let faith be regained, Seek shelter from rain, Seek release of pain. It’s time, For joy to be boundless, For anger to be found less, For us to be our best. It’s time, For one last rhyme, To look and find, That you are not out of time, That it’s your moment to shine, That it is better to be kind. It’s time. © 2018 Gerald Ealy

WHEN THE FOOL SPEAKS

When the fool speaks, and the court doth follow, The words of ignorance, and substance hollow, Bring folly and woe to those who would pursue, And judgement for action will soon come due. When the fool speaks, and no other thought heard, When truth is drowned out by the thoughts so absurd, Who is to blame for the downfall that ensues? When will they see the facts of this ruse? Awake! Awake! Have you heard the news? It’s fake! It’s fake! The fool does not amuse! When the fool speaks and his words are repeated, And hearts are quelled and action defeated, The faker casts illusion and blinds to what’s real, The court’s stance changes on what they doth feel. When the fool speaks, and the world changes, What is good and straight his word rearranges. “Folly, oh, Folly”!,  the wiseman cries out. But the court does not hear the wiseman’s shout. “Folly, oh Folly”, the echo remain As the wiseman is silenced and dragged off in chains. The court is false happy and entertained, As the kingdom crumbles to the fool’s light refrain. © 2018 Gerald Ealy

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WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE

Welcome to the new age, where the truth isn't spoken, When the stories are spun, And the system is broken. Welcome to the new age, Where true value is lost, Where agendas are pushed, No matter the cost. Captains of Industry no longer lead, Justice is hemorrhaging and can't stop the bleed. Talk is now cheaper and action is vain, The same mistakes are made again and again. Welcome to the new age, Where the youth can't connect, Who lack clear judgment, Who cannot respect. Welcome to the new age, It's unlike before, We stare at our screens And the world we ignore. Only a few care to keep up the pace, While the cities are crumbling, Losing what can't be replaced. Welcome to the new age, Welcome to the new rage, Welcome to a new page, But still trapped within the same cage. © 2018 Gerald Ealy

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