Putting This Aside

All politics aside

How do we thrive

Stay alive inside

No hide

Or claim

I’m beside

Myself

Hiding on a shelf

Like the that little red elf

Moping

Hoping

It’ll all go away

We can stay out of the fray

Today

And everyday

Then we say

I’m better than them

I don’t hate Muslim

But that’s all you do

Then you say phew

That got me off the hook

I can turn away, not look

Must.

Do.

What.

I.

Can.

Fight through

Do what you can do

Resist

Persist

Help all humans

Exist

Thrive

Be alive

Live

Give

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I’ll Sit Awhile

I’ll sit with you awhile

To just be…

With you

I’ll sit awhile

To just be….

With myself

I’ll sit awhile

To just be…

One with the universe

I’ll sit awhile

To just be…

And know that

I am with you

These Thoughts

I wrote this poem in the early morning darkness on October 2nd. I don’t have television and hadn’t looked at any newsfeed before writing this. I often don’t post immediately because I want what I just wrote to settle with me. I then looked at the newsfeed and was horrified like everyone. What I wrote didn’t fit for the horror. Yesterday I started to alter what you’ll read below with my anger, and stopped. I removed what I had changed because these are the lines that I want to last. Not my ugly reaction to this senseless tragedy. Please help make the possibility of these senseless acts more difficult by encouraging sensible gun reform.

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those, I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

THESE thoughts I have

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

These thoughts I have

The Way

Aristocracy

Hipocrisy

Autocracy

Not Democracy

Rich

trumps

Poor

They dump on your door

Your community and property

What do they do?

It’s insanity

Who to turn to?

You me

Humanity

Humans being

What are we seeing

Shackling

No Freeing

Shameless live streaming

Beaming the signal

Keep masses down

We own this town

And the streets

Whose streets?

They’re ours

Never yours

You’re defeated

And by you I mean you, you, you, and you

But no,

No,

This is not the way

Don’t remain defeated or

Downtrodden

This day

Or any – I say

Step up, stand forward

Resist

Be the ones

Who’re named on the list

Of those who are there

For what’s just and whats right

Twenty-four/seven

And all through the night

Remember

Without you

We cannot persist

Keep on the pressure

Do what is right

Resist

Through dialogue

Non-violence,

Love,

and gratitude

It’s the most powerful

attribute

We could exude.

Numinous

Those things,

They are numinous

They are myriad

And numerous

Surrounding me, my home, my loves

Those are things numinous

They come from above

Large trees are numinous

Radiant beauty appears luminous

Ancient architecture is certainly numinous

Those who project hate and fear

Are ruinous

Culture and nature

Man made and not

Are among the numinous

From which we’ve got

All the good that

Is our Lot