The Falun Gong Mission (Sonnet)

As I lie awake in bed beneath my sheets,

In the comfort and safety of my home.

I cannot believe this insanity just next door,

For Falun Gong, the other side of the globe.

Practitioners are dying, tortured, and brutalized,

And despised and blamed though innocent.

The sad part is these fellow human beings,

Are mere mortals seeking newfound peace,

In a world where freedom is constantly targeted, 

For control and power and fear of the unknown.

How can we allow this profanity to occur?

Where enslavement and torture is the norm,

For a group who practices freedom and love,

Where compassion is their primary goal.

Face Life and What’s Lurking Inside (Sonnet)

My greatest fears were surfacing,

In a world of reality irrational thinking. 

Held so long so deep inside of me,

Distorted into illusionary space.  

Voices speculating in unfamiliar ways,

As they were forcefully dominating their game.

Leaping out in their own disguises, 

Trying to convince me of heartbreaking lies.  

I acknowledge, it was all my creation, 

That created this illusionary space.

Not wanting to face my world inside,

So I created an escape from human life.

I can see the astonishing correlation, 

Face life and what’s lurking inside.