By Andrew Scott
The Lonely Highway
Change is a long, lonely highway. No one is beside you for your own personal evolution. There will be people that support that have their own highway. Paths will cross between all. Only you will know what turn in life made the walk toward change. A new, necessary step. Some may not agree with you. If you believe in you that is all that matters to the soul you carry along the long road of evolution walking the lonely highway.
To this day when I see it, I see it in black and white. My mind is adding to the look, I guess. The Old Imperial station across the street. The Old Imperial used to be the place for the best service in town. Old Ted would come out to the car, ask how much you wanted before pumping the gas, clean the windows while you waited, never missing a spot. Finished off with a happy wave. The garages were always busy. You knew the care that the car would get with gentle hands. During the summer there were always odd jobs to keep kids out of trouble. Old Imperial was the friendliest. Owners gave away pop and chips on the hottest of days, Hot coffee or hot chocolate during those winter days. Look at it everyday, missing those times. Old Imperial and its mystic always brings a smile.
Falls In Tears
Gerald is staring at the sky, painful fears rolling down his eyes. All previous days have been like this since the world took away his child. Days full of depressed thoughts, nights kept awake by an endless mind. Today is the day he takes it back. The emotions that have been running him. Days are full of life, he knows he is missing them as he falls in memories of tears. Little Leanne has her head down, swinging in her set, recounting the images and words that have been thrown at her since hitting the acne years by the kids that used to play with her each and every day. She takes a breath as she decides to not let others rule. So she has to hide away from the taunts, smiles about the day will come from the falls of tears. Denise stares at the pills that have cost her everything, family, work and friends, gone with every addictive pill that was taken as a dare. She has not owned her life since. Today the pills and self-doubt get flushed for a new start. A time to believe in the purest form. Not succumbing to temptation, not falling to death's tears.
Dear Stranger XIV
Dear Stranger, how are you? Curious if you are witnessing what the rest of us are cause as an authority figure you, my friend, are just standing there. Indigenous citizens are trying to make a living for themselves using the waters around them. Community members are beating the Indigenous boats, creating one on one violence, saying the Indigenous community does not deserve to be there, burning their businesses down. striking nothing but fear. We are seeing all of this. That includes you. While protests are being held a stoic face is over you however you are the law and burning violence is against the law. Taking care of all people regardless of their race is what you are sworn to do yet you are doing nothing but watching the violence. You took an oath and until you start showing that You are a stranger to all of us.
The world is flying with dark wings today. There is a harsh cloud covering us all that is staining how we fly. Journeys are being misled in life. Angers are colouring pure wings to the colours of rage. Peace and love are being murdered and raped by ignorance. We are not trying to see or feel what is proper in flight. Storms are being man-made by all blind angels. The grime needs to be washed away, soiled presence to be cleansed so we will feel the fresh winds. You cannot take in openly with dirty, dark wings.