Seven Years In Tibet

Tibet has been stripped and crucified yet they survive.
I can feel the wind on their weather-blessed cheeks.
Why does one take away from another what they cherish?
These unique souls refuse to be brainwashed into worshipping the vast red dragon.
As his brain is being blown out a wonderful world is created from the big bang of instant death.
Now he is off to live with the swaying skulls where you wish you were stoned flying higher than any earthly eagle dares left to listen to the lonesome sounds of eternity.
These people of the high hills refuse to sell their soul to the immense dragon.
Bright yellow eyes reveal what daytime hides.
I see beauty all around begging to be embraced.
Somewhere there is a strong attraction waiting for a chance to flee running timorously away from home, their only home.
Night falls on the villagers as they contemplate day's end.
Life out of balance has caused such grief.
A beautiful Asian child's smile brightens up the day of the elders.
She brings hope to the dream of freedom from the invading kingdom.
She will grow, she will save their nation from the destruction of the storming weather of invasion.
The dark blue of night is falling on me.
I am down for the count, eyes rolling all about.
Death takes a bite from your lifeline, you need to fight.
I close my eyes and let the colors of the radiant lights swirl in a kaleidoscopic fantasy.
The night is a thief hiding in the shadows of doubt.
What am I doing, ponders the old Asian woman.
Her eyes are the windows to the souls of the past.
The warm sun heats up her tears as the morning begins to rise in a world that has left her behind.
She is outside capturing the ancient Asian dreams of a heaven on earth with a miniature net leaves her vision peace elusive.
We will free our mind, as mountains' magic is fading fast.
The browns of summer are vanishing with high-speed.
It is getting so bitter.
Holding on to their heavy hearts freedom seems a lost battle.
Anticipate the worst and pray for the best for today has arrived.
Your body aches yet you need to survive.
Keep the fires burning for the night will bring peril.
His vision has gone astray yet the old man continues to see things others do not.
He truly is seeing beyond the realm of the physical world.
All around the world mind control is embraced.
Not for him.
He refuses to sit for the slaughter.
Night is falling in all around me as I drift into a daze.
Once again I thank all who care that I am alive I dedicate this work to the struggling people in the country of Tibet.
Free Tibet "I praise you".