02212021

“I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I’m going to take a stand. I’m going to defend it. Right or wrong. I’m going to defend it.” – Ferris Bueller

Messages beaming through the grid, I gird
my loins in sacred armor. Light and sound
heard through the mists of time controls. I’m bound
by this construct and so I step amid

the sinkholes and the junkyard dogs. This fog
dizzying, disorients. Money’s spent
and I’m beaten down. The barks resound.
Surrounded, my rhymes elucidate crimes.

Yet here’s my backbone. Here’s my joie de vivre
(what slave masters can never take from me.)
Eyes on the prize, my focus draws me here
where laughter reigns and falsity is clear.

Sing now, my darlings, lift up your clear voice.
It’s curtain call. The world joins your rejoice.
Rejecting the false matrix, just a cloud
of stress that cannot mute our spirits loud.

Inspired by: Bark, Backbone and Gird. And the unshakeable certainty that we are right here right now because we have the strength and the commitment to our highest paths, that it’s darkest before the light, and that each individual voice is essential. Sing!

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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