Decrepit
steps,
wall
papering
so hearing
of voices,
junkies,
outcasts
of society
living up
with
lullabys
sending
to sleep
prisoners
of mattresses,
of filthy sleeping.
cool and warmth
of replacement
She has blue hair coloring
and to escape outside breeze,
she takes shelter,
in a neighboring city,
where the hospital staff
allow the chairs
for her
and a partnership
of her boyfriend.....
Roughing
as she's sleeping
but safe from
bad influences
for a while at least.
for the children of the Holocaust, Ukraine and Gaza
Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails
when thunder howls
when hailstones scream
when winter scowls
when nights compound dark frosts with snow
where does the butterfly go?
Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill,
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief’s a banked fire’s glow,
where does the butterfly go?
And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?
by Michael R. Burch
In my opinion, the most important human rights are the human rights of children to grow up without becoming the victims of racism, inequality, injustice, homelessness, malnutrition, starvation or war. I agree with Gandhi, who said that if we want to live in a better world, we need to start with the children.
Humanity
Courage is never found Within cowards
So when you call for the rain remember
It will fall on everyone’s roof
The life we live now tells a lot
I don’t need to tell no explanation
The world is visible enough to see through the holes of manipulation
Despite the intelligence of man
we can’t escape the circle of captivity
So let the poor be if you have power
Save your energy to protect the weak
If you are strong
They are too many of them world wide
They are always around you
Show some love
Give some care
So my friend I respectfully plead
Help to keep Alive
Humanity
OF AND IN DIVINE WISDOM
Poured from His cistern,
Inking heart and mind tablets:
God’s guiding wisdom:-
May your inking forever
Guide me in righteousness ways:-
With elephant ears,
And with the eyes of wise owls,
May wisdom be mine:
My full overflowing cup,
Filling saucers of others:-
Not just for me, Lord,
But may your divine wisdom,
Lead us all onward:
We, ensuring coming peace,
Love, and justice, in our lives:-
Higher meditation
Out of touch is out of sight
So let silence be the key
Penetrate through the depth of darkness to catch a light
Remember let silence be the key
Higher meditation
There is a voice in silence
If you listen in silence a revelation is sure
So be endowed with focus
Maintain your direction towards
The voice in silence
Remember it revelation
Created for us with such velocity
A stage for life with such grandiosity
The stars, the planets, the moons God hurled
As all of creation he unfurled
And the grandest thing formed by God’s hand
His final creation was that of man
Vegetation, animals, and birds of the air
And then from man he formed woman so fair
He knew every aspect of his plan
We received intellect so we could understand
That he was our God and he’d always care
Wherever we went he’d always be there
He then gave man our free will and free choice
So each could have their own unique voice
Their own path to travel their own song to sing
Put in man's terms to do our own thing
So, lift up all voices and give to him praise
His son died for us then he did raise
All of his plans one day we will see
Our stairway to his presence for all eternity
Open heart
I heard the bell of Healing
I followed the calls of my stars
Now my soul is blessed with nature
So kindly accept the songs of my soul
Am not always writing to be perfect
But respect my pen when it bleeds
Cos I heard the bell of healing
I followed the calls of my star
And now am a product of nature
Like it was suppose to be hopefully
So my friends world wide kindly
Accept the songs of my soul with an
Open heart
Open heart
Am sorry but I believe in God
Yes I believe in an energy beyond me
I know how it feels when revelation
Create a new vision
Words actions motivations changes
For higher or lower level
So when the bell of healing rings
I could hear the voice of nature calling
I followed my stars
now my soul is blessed with the songs of my soul
Please kindly relate with me with an
open heart
Humans can know so little,
we can barely hold two things inside,
i choose love and life,
with learning all the time,
always picking up the little things,
i always leave behind.
Such fragile little things we are,
physically, emotionally and spiritually,
just think how easily your bones break,
or how easily another your faith take.
But love, we can be mighty in that,
if we can avoid prides evil trap.
I love to search i love to wonder,
the little things i stare and ponder,
the last butterfly of autumn landed on my arm,
and for ten minutes with its beauty,
it span a yarn.
Beauty is found everywhere!
Just open your eyes and see awe!
73 years ago
A kid my age steps off a curb.
And, in the motion of falling, he believes he can reach heaven.
He has the thoughts of someone
with an inverted ribcage
And he’s sick on cigarette smoke and hypocrisy.
A kid my age, 73 years ago, calls me a pervert.
Through the thin veil of time and space
We lock eyes.
I say “I see you.”
He says “You’re sick.”
But that’s wrong and he knows it.
I am not the sick one.
He is the kid with the killing hat
And the giving hands
That despise the people he gives to.
He is the kid with filthy thoughts and phony smiles
Who sees the hollow spaces between his ribs
In the innocence of a child’s eyes.
And despite the filth beneath his tongue
And the alcohol stinging his throat
I cannot bring myself to
Feel anything for him
other than
Pity.
Coast to coast
I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from coast to coast
I portray an aura of positivity each time I flow
I leave my sorrows behind
I lock my grievances in the cupboard
I love to relate with a pure feeling everywhere I vibe
So I always move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I disallow toxic energy around my zone
I protect my circle with purity and happiness
Cos i know the essence of life never exclude peace and harmony
I tell you no lie my friends
So I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I never get trapped with hatred in life
Cos I rise to live above limited freedom
My elbow portrays the life i chose
My dignity is what it is
I never cross no man’s path
I prefer respect
I always give peace a call to exist
Yes am a man of no nonsense
I need no negative drama
So I move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
No violence
Clean up the streets of brutality
With Iove
Yes wash away the hatred of mankind with peace
Protect the children from strange realities of the future catastrophe
What is better than a peaceful world
This is a question for all to reason
So remove all the symbols and signs of wars off the road of humanity
We need to move on to a new world
Were sorrows agony and pains
Are not the author of each new dawn
No violence
Replace isolation with kindness
Replace intimidation with care
Replace suppression with uplifting
Replace the art of war with the art of peace
Replace tribalism with togetherness
Replace racism with love
Replace evil destruction with good admiration
Replace the songs of human isolation with the songs of humanity
How long do we keep bleeding in a cold world
When are we changing the course of our deformations
So replace the words of evil with the words of God
Always the world splinters—
the world breaks, fractures,
yet we lean into the cracks,
as curators, as keepers,
guardians of each other’s troubles
We gather the fragments,
hidden deals, relics, left-overs.
Embers still warm from the hearth.
Praying to self, I was near you once,
and it mattered, it burned,
it endured, it lasted, and mattered.
In the prance of happenstance
uncertain, trembling, raw, delicious,
we shuffle our scarred tokens,
knurled with abraded edges,
blurred and charred—
still radiant, still reflective, alive.
Laughter bends into mirrored halls.
Mirror on mirror aligned;
none showing the same viewpoint,
a shifting, stuttering constellation,
echoing a thousand selves
crying out together in reflection.
We are more than simply ourselves.
We are the harvest, the gathering.
We are the constellation.
A mosaic of cracks, left uncovered.
Where we let the light crawl in.
We are a threshold, an opening.
Where the light breaks in—
through the doorway
cherished as broken,
not worth fixing, nor mended.
Never broken enough,
Never done enough.
The door is broken.
Let the light come in!
One silenced February morning,
strolling through the barren fields
he glimpsed amongst mangled thorns
a flicker of dull yellow,
its smiling eyes and flashing grin
a mellow beacon in the grey.
Despite weathered petals and the weight of snow,
its face still yearned to feel the sun's warmth
searching for the rays to break its icy cocoon.
In generosity he marched over,
clasping its petals in his hands,
feeling the ice melt and slip away,
fondling gently the softness underneath.
In satisfaction he sauntered onwards,
his footsteps ringing merrily on the frozen earth
continuing through the fields and frost
toward the roaring hum of the removal van.
One summer many years later,
as the click of a walking stick
rattled wearily along a muddy path,
an old man returning to his childhood
looked up to see, in shock,
a field of sunflowers,
laughing and swaying in the breeze.
Someone in passing says they’ve seen us
somewhere. It could have been when
we were singing or reciting poetry. At first they
didn't recall the time or place we met.
They smile as if great friends when seeing
us, and we struggle to remember. Maybe we
were just out for fun, but in the other’s eyes
the event was bigger than life. The sun shines
on us, but it could have been night.
It could have been a night when we were
seeing friends over drinks in a bar and
grill on a one-way downtown.
It could have been in a coffee shop
where we read poems, and in the heart
of each person the words and lines
held a different meaning. The atmosphere
was warm, and we called it love.
Someone could remember the time
we walked along the sidewalk, and they
passed un-noticed as they drove along.
I was shy when I was in eighth grade
and asked the girl with red hair if she noticed
me while I was in a crowd below the balcony
where she stood.
O, how much it meant when she said yes.
It's been a while since I've prayed for someone I don't know
A siren brought the mind afoot to somewhere I should go
'sif wakening vestigial impulse buried long ago
Sunk deep beneath incline that's keeping me from what's below
But something in our makeup made up by a stronger hand
Is there if we but care for care and follow it's command
For even when we scraped our knuckles 'cross a barren land
We somehow knew alone alone is not how we were planned
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