I see constellations
in blind frustration
warriors made
out of the good red clay
stomping on tomorrow’s yield
with injuries from yesterday
firing in the kiln-
manmade artifice
no new newspaper mills-
the thirst for kill
that you-or-me thrill
so pull the water out the well
heaving hard on hope
quench ourselves from fire
because today we could just find
an oasis or a mire
dissolving in solutions-
when the problems loom so large
so close, so loud, deafening- shards
when we already have selective hearing
and our ear drums are dead to
music
then music takes its turn
moving the ocean of mood
please
Turn
It
Down
A
Little (a lot)
w omb sounds begin
a rtistic creation
v olume just so to remind us of
e xistatic
s ilence
now we (I, U, Me, Them, Us- the theme is unity)
We can either
arrive at heaven’s gate
at the rate of fate
Or eat what we have planted-
fruition on our plate
Add in all the flavors
that repelled us oh so much
bitter, sour, sweet
pungent, umami
spicy
Stomach every poison
Our tongues have let speak
Subdue our gazes
Learn from our neighbors
freedom of immigration and customs
respect for difference
especially what is individual
never to exclude the ones longing
for basic belonging-
(who isn’t?)
No One knows the uncharted way
of this united vision
Though we all are rays
In the Sun’s Vision
This mirror world we live in
pointing at each other
Criticisms and all the isms
bouncing back onto ourselves
compounding each and every hatred
and each and every joy
each and every kind act we deploy
each and every dream we pass on to another
each and every apology to our mothers
each and every insult we bomb onto the weak
Each and every cruelty we attach to when we think
Each and every disrespect to a people or a person
Each and every movement to a better version
Of Me, I, us (once I meet with U), WE (once them/us does not divide us any further thus)
This is my hope, that we stay dissolved in the solutions, that the water brigade may meet every fire brigade, and that the fire brigade will only be the water brigade, in reality. For accidents may happen, but I am responsible for me. I am responsible for my part in us. Us and Them are responsible for becoming WE. It maybe what it is, but We are who we are; We are what we think, feel, say, do, together, and for the silence that we will return to, the shadow of the light, the emptiness inside us, the beauty burning bright.
