OBSCURITY
by Michael Langston
She sang her song of life and love
Though few were there to hear.
Known to but the stars above,
She cried her unseen tears.
A distant bird now sings instead;
Her life has ceased to be.
A cloud now cries her tears, it’s said;
Its raindrops kiss the sea.
Current vaccination policy is not conducted in the best interest of children. It is the financial interests of the pharmaceutical companies and the prestige of the medical establishment that are being promoted and protected by draconian vaccine mandates.
MY CONSOLATION
by Michael Langston
Light is light…
Because of darkness;
The day is day…
Because there’s night.
Only those…
Who’ve known of loneliness,
For only those…
Can love shine bright.
Marijuana legalization is one of the great untried social experiments of the century in which millions of children, teens, and young adults are the guinea pigs. The last thing young people need is easy access to this drug. We do not need pot legalization.
FROM MY DREAM OF YOU
by Michael Langston
Though lost to me so long ago
That tears for you no longer flow,
You came to me in a dream last night,
Arrayed in wondrous, angelic light.
You sat with me and held my hand;
I turned to you and then began
To tell you all that’s in my heart,
Of all the time we’ve been apart.
You are here; you are here again!
How can I tell you or even begin
To convey my joy that you are here
Or restrain the flow of joyous tears?
I don’t want to wake or wish to leave!
Let me stay with you so I’ll not grieve.
I’ll forsake the glaring light of day
And not wake up; with you I’ll stay.
But as Eden fell from Adam’s grasp,
I opened up my eyes at last…
And once again like long before,
The tears began to flow once more,
For yet again you’re lost to me!
But in my dreams perchance you’ll be.
You’re never going to cure disease until you eliminate the factors causing it. One of the primary disease-causing factors in our society today is our unnatural diet of highly processed foods such as refined sugar, refined wheat flour, and vegetable oils.
I WOULD BOARD THE TITANIC
by Michael Langston
I would have gladly died
in that cold, icy water
for the sake of once knowing
a great love such as that.
I would quite happily be buried
and be love’s willing martyr
just to have looked in those eyes
and in that place once have sat.
I’d feel that freezing coldness
and be interred in miles of sea
to just once escape the aloneness
of a world where there is…
only…me.
Truth Makes Us Free 