Miracles

Another year over, and yet just begun,
a new era born, birth of the 5th sun
and ancient prophecies would have us believe
that a new time is coming, a time to be freed.
Then comes the date, and did we enlighten?
the world transform? did the skies brighten?
so cast the dreamers into dark and despair.
what happens now, are we going anywhere?
where are the light beings with chariots of fire?
a whole new dimension.. that didn't transpire
but then it hits you, and the veil is lifted
a new world is made, not something gifted
they saw a new age, and so did we
and so WE ARE the mayan prophecy
so to those who hoped, who dreamt the dreams
the miracle lives.. it's more than it seems.

Here's to you

Here's to the poets, who lived for creation,
excelled at art ..not social integration.
Here's to the lovers who had given their heart,
and yet every romance... had fallen apart.
Here's to those with endless passion,
who stayed in hope.. but never in fashion.
Here's to those who wished to be free..
who never 'snapped out' of that fantasy
here's to the bodies too fat... or too thin..
here's to the faces with beauty 'within'
here's to those who didn't fit the mould,
here's to those who will never grow old.
I raise a toast to all of my kin
gifts to the world, but will never fit in.