Our body is here on this planet
called earth.
We each view our planet in a different
way.
My mind is in another world, a
world called a utopia with or without a fault.
The mind sees what it wants to
see and that is what I see.
I have walked on the earth and
seen a lot of happiness and pain.
I have a dream just like everyone
else.
I choose to walk in the world called
a utopia, the place where the lion walks with the lamb.
In realty the lion sometimes kills
the lamb and sometimes she does not.
I choose it to be my heaven on
earth.
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This is our world that is labeled
with status.
This life that is labeled with
layers of beauty and wealth.
Our flawed bodies are part of our
perfection and there is a blemish on my mind.
That is my perfection.
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We point at the sun and I see the
buzzards flying over the city of Marion.
Every day they fly overhead which
is a constant reminder to us that death is below them.
Something is dying.
The chickens sent out a distress
call.
"We are cooped up in these pens.
We are dying, we are in distress, please help."
They cry and point to the gray
sky where the buzzards are flying.
Everyone smiles.
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Our warm body proves our status
in this perfect world with its pain.
Some of us see our blue or gray
skies as they arrive daily and we smile.
I live in Marion, Ky. and I lived
at Morningstar Ranch.
There is no difference between
the two.
The world with its flaws is our
utopia, "our world without end."
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My eyelids are half closed with
sleep.
Good night.
Our body is here on this planet
called earth.
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Chickens &
Buzzards
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