37. One Wish, One Chair.

An empty chair, in a room. Not much to see, but let’s pretend. The chair is yours and yours alone. It’s filled with power, beyond your years. Your voice commands, it’s every move. The light above, is just a friend. The darkness around, will do no harm. So let’s ponder, what maybe. You may stop wars or change some rules. You could save lives by feeding millions. You may cure diseases and make drugs free. You can’t kill anyone, that’s not allowed. You can shut banks to end poverty. You won’t offend the governments you sack, the leader’s defense “What knowledge we lacked?” You could go green and plant some trees. Or with your voice, save the oceans. The list my friend, is up to you. This Earth needs saving, because of us. You are the power, within this task. So let’s begin, your seat awaits, your commands to give. But wait, one rule to explain to make it plain. One chair, one wish, is all you’ll have. So now my friends, the time has come. Tell us the world, what wish you took?

By Julius Fa

©Dec2022

Look Away.

Its been too long, for me to stay,
I want no part, where art still lies,
The streets of youth, now old and cold,
This silent night, my walk for right.

I know this town, its peaks and tuffs,
The stain glass windows, its seats of power,
The lies men told, to keep their coal,
It stinks of guilt, they abused our youths.

We’ll keep it secrets, their hearts of greed,
They lived for money, they sinned for oil,
They run the governments, no tax to give,
The Panama papers showed it, hidden wealth they stole it.

A thousand shells, riddled with numbers,
The poor still died, hungry and naked,
The rich smiled on, stealing with innocence,
The good earth dying, they polluted us with their lying.

So look around, and smell the freedom,
The sun still shines, the news depressing,
Corporation still rule, the lives of many,
They call it social, but whoses watching their media?

By Julius Fa,
©2021

Take The Step.

Take The Step.

Feeling Inside

I feel wild and fearless, wanting to explore more the self within I have hidden for ages.

The freedom rider and brave warrior, never one to hide or turn away from opportunity and chance encounter.

The self that walks straight and talks transparently, never guarded or afraid to get hurt and speak ones mind.

The self that shares more love than can absolve, gives of all and never wanting anything back.

The self that would chase and hold Grace happily and never lets her go, the self that would tip her back wards and plant that long lingering deep French style kiss. Only to drawing breathe when needed.

The self that declares I am here, see me if you want but don’t curse me out nor plant your negative energy onto me.

I have this wild self inside…. Longing for that person to break it out.

By Julius Fa

©2021

Too Old.

“It’s been too long”, the old will say,

The steps of life, away they play,

They fought our wars, and died our deaths,

We play our phones, and curse their tones,

We disrespect these slow old men, that seem to think, inside we’re doomed,

We push them down, and make them wait,

They look so broken, with fragile weak eyes,

The youth show nothing, no matter their age, they rush and jump, no fear or pause, they talk of things, no root or cause, they worship their iPhone, Samsung and all,

This old man watches, and laughs at their ways, they are afraid, their courage is cowardly, their minds of technology, drives them towards insanity, broken and shameful, we fought for their freedom.

By Julius Fa,

©2020

Is It Time?

Is it time yet? I ask myself each day, what’s the world coming to. When lives are lost and creation resents itself for awhile at least. The air is cleaner and the silence deafening, people so few and streets staved. This new decade writes its own rules and commands respect, whilst denying human freedom. Sit at home rings the daily political briefs, save lives the common tone. Seems to me we have not long left, but that’s just doubt talking, hope gone walking and faith stilling holding. Is it time yet? The question we all one day will ask ourselves.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Beneath The Heavens

Traveling the world

I met them here, beneath the stars,

The tables were laid, the beauty is real,

My dreams come true, my doubts take flight,

No reason for crying, deep joy and happiness,

Surrounded by love, forgetting this virus,

United we are, stay safe under heaven.

By Julius Fa

©2020

Too Much Data

We live each day surrounded by data, we give our names and dates and all. Your happy Facebook and sweet Instagram profiles, unaware the dangers they pose. We absolve the many images and information they give, the sights and sounds of every bit around our world. The sad and twisted sights of hate, the dreamy lies of love, the dark side of desperation. Depression never too far behind, loneliness pulled over your eyes. We live each day with data, maybe time to turn that data away.

By Julius Fa

© February 2020

Tea for winter.

What does it mean, when you put so much effort into every bad decision you make. You try to distance yourself from the acceptance of society and strive for a quieter life, alone and unafraid of failure. In truth failure scares me more than self, it’s the label by which you identify yourself when huddled together with friends and work colleagues. A modern world and a modern mess, a virus here and death there. Care for tea anyone?

By Julius Fa

©Feb2020

You Can Save Me!

I feel so sad, I want to cry,
I look inside and wonder why,
I’m filled with guilt, I want no lilt,
I try to run, away from life.

I run so hard, I see no path,
I need a bath, but wait till last,
This self I hate, this face I fake,
I’ll cut my flesh, to end my stress.

I trip and fall, my legs are gashed,
I ripped my skin, the pain sinks in,
It feels so good, I know not why,
I want much more, to end my all.

You try to help, I scream and belt,
You fall aside, I’m sick inside,
Just leave me be, your face will see,
My shame and horror, my life of sorrow.

By Julius Fa
© 2012