Occupy reminds us....

Occupy reminds us....

Humanity calls

the heart

to just faintly know.

No face that

speaks-

Suffering is occurring

Now. Now.

And you can live with it-- 

shutting it out;

until you speak 

to that face.

That suffering knows

now a single face and words.

A person.

Lingers with a face

in suffering.

A Blow. A Harvest.

Grow,
and grow,
and bugs. And thirst.

An innocent stomp.
Hail, perhaps.
Nightfall with rest.

Warm morning sun.
New growth.

Thirst. And bugs.
More to overcome.

I survive and
bloom for the season.
A harvest.

humanity

In fragility is
authenticity and
courage.
And humanity.
only found--
too late?

A walk

From the places
we find our spirits visiting-

Within the experiences
we have
through interaction-

with the world,
all the moods we cycle through,

a tool is offered
to carry along,
the rest of the journey.

We may leave the depths,
or the shallows,
with our heads hung,
feeling defeated or rejected.


As we walk,
the weight of our hand
finds a rest
in our pocket.

Like magic,
we discover the tool
that had been left
with us. For us.

In our pocket
from the journey.
A tool was gifted.

Lady

High heels tonight.

Lady.
oh. Lady.

A door opens,
a smile.

Oh what a lady.
Dreams.

A smile.
From the heart.
Lady.


Oh. Lady.

Seeing the
heart.

The heart seen. 
In a dream.

Lady.
In high heels.

In a dream.

A smile. 
A heart seen.

Lady. Dream. 

Blossoming

Oh. Beauty, I see

in the blossoming.

The growth I witness

and may proclaim to

be a miracle.

We, also, birth.

And know the nature

of pain.

With every beauty.

For those who see

For those who see,
and no longer blinded.
A cry for honesty.

Ridicule is certain.
Cognitive dissonance,
drop the curtain.

Feeling pain, along
the battle of right
and wrong.


Pleasure only comes
with hymns from
the soul drum.

Together entwined.
Sides of the sword:
dualities combined.

Trust wings given.
In the passion
keeping one driven.

It's Me

Resist it,
as needed.
Remember
once pleaded,

a time of acceptance
a time for knowing.


A part of therapy,
a part of war,
a part of heart belongs
to accepting the core.

Not all
needs a fix,
grow instead
into bliss,

beneath the layers.

Know for you.
Go forth into
all that is true.

The essence
is loved as
much as you

...allow it.
Breathe it.
Remember it.

Spring Welcome

a baby bee.
suckling.
upon the spring
nectar
of barely a bud.

both growing.
each day
of fresh warmth.
transforms
rain and sun.

A Broken Promise

I even paid
for extras.
To come back
again.

To be here,
to make it
on time.

Deal with
anxiety and
finally arrive.

Then find the
menu changed.

spirals going down

Conviction
can not be had
with ambivalence
riding along.

Ambivalence
can not pass
with discouragement
so relentless.

I am in the hole;
bury me now
or perceive the
tools for digging.

Look through the confusion

Look through the confusion
Therein lies a solution
Under layers of institution
Await personal revolution

In some contortion
Without coercion
Spirit feels no corruption
Call for celebration

burnt

Remove
the crust
a fancy way
to feed.

Or another
dish on one
side cleared
of  its
ashes?

Let me be

Let me be,
searching for the dreams,
no matter what it seems...
Free.

All then can see.
How it is to be me,
no matter what it seems,
let it be...

Free, free.

Roads for the merrily,
roads, a way to flee,
roads that hide the key
to us being free.

With no guarantees
feeling it,  instinctively.
Saerching for the possiblitites.
Let me be.

Free.

It's all up to me,
my way to perceive,
my way to be.
Let us be free.

Free.

Yellow Truck

Old square truck-
from the forties perhaps.
Wearing a high-gloss,
smiley-face yellow.  
Like an evening gown
in old Hollywood.
Flawlessness it wears
as its pearls.

Ghost of me

Me of today
is but a ghost
of the me
for tomorrow

as the ghost of me
today from before
lingers

Today the beating
of my heart
is but a memory
on the drum

If monsters are real
I know them intimately
But the angels
know me too

me today...

To many I have known,
a piece is carried in heart
or a memory that lives on

These memories have
no more reality than the day
of this living does.

If you knew me
during a year of strength
or a year of weakness,
or a year of transformation.
The me you knew, the me that lives on,
in pieces of minds and
across states
that matter not
to the me that you may know today

with the wounds healing from yesterday.

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