What can we do,
A distant few
Who stand for peace, not war.?
How do I stop fighting, violence, suffering and pain?
Emphasize love, connection, and cross-cultural affection.
Look down from above,
What will you see?
Our hearts are connected
We're all being affected
On this small planet we inhabit together as one.
I denounce destruction
More- am a fan of construction
Creativity, not morbidity
A higher quality of life for all.
Cross national projects, volunteering overseas and cross-cultural community celebrations please!
How can we possibly shape each other's nations?
Meditate on peace,
Pulling up our sleeves to expose the elbow grease, plant trees, garden, play music, bowl- fill our time mindfully, fill our soul-
What can we do
A distant few
Who are revved up to dream, create and help?
"A lot" I say
Self-reflection says we've got a heart connection, a beautiful bisection, that need not correction.
The tree does not at the hewing suffer
Albeit the callous thwacks all edges raining down
Nor the tons of muscles befalling on its cadaver
But savvy ing a bisection of the axe stems from her own
She protractedly taught him to target archery
How his bow bends unerringly
When he at last imbibed the art secrecy
Betrayingly shot her uncompassionately.
the punch of the first note
the sound of your name
the sight of the number
invokes an ocean of emotion
the tickle of a memory
the hint of a smile tugging lips
the ache of a heart
what remains is just reminiscing
the last word
the last laugh
the last time
marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself
but the consecutive will never be the same