Wide Eyed Disdain

Eyes disdain in disbelief

Holding red lines of grief

Have not slept in a couple days

Not quite sure what this says

Words fold into each other

Bending softly and creating another

Having no real meaning to my brain

As my thoughts slow like a clogged drain

This poem is nothing more than a flow

I will let the words take me

Wherever it might go

Letting go

Is the theme distinct in my mind

A sign of the changing time in my life

Letting go and doing

Rather than talking and maneuvering

Away from steps I am taking

In a forward motion

To keep one foot ahead

On the road crushing pebbles and stones

Moving my body forward

Into the unknown

That is where I begin

The other ends

The new beginning is upon my breath

A feeling invigorating and true

Taking me away to someplace new

I will write with one eye open

The other rests

And rests

While the mind is left open

 

Equality

All this talk about equality

Let us remember it was a gift

To you

To me

So what right have we

To not give it freely

We hold onto this gift

Tightly clenched in our hands

While people beg to be equal

You plot to make other plans

Try to quiet the voices of upheaval

Standing in the way of progress

Will leave the heart cold

A heap of tender mess

This is no question of religion

Who is holy and who we bless

It is about sharing love we have been given

Don’t stand in the way

Change is winnin’

When cold mouths fall silent

Ears muted to the calling out

That is truly

Not what this country is about

Embrace the wind from the mountains

Fall back into the ocean tide

Stand with our neighbors united

Throughout all the country side

Democracy needs us now

In the moments tried and true

Moments committed to the history books

Are decided right now by me and you

Forget the political stands

Religions trying to buy you out

When fair is not fair

You must scream and shout

People who need equality

Ride next to you on the highway

Sit by you on the train

Do not let these peoples strife

Be forgotten in vain

The bird that flies in the night

Will be back at dawn

To lay at rest

When the work is done

As Martin Luther King brought light to the flame

Calling out to our generation to continue

To do the same

For we are on the cusp of progress

The moment when intuition and passion

Are put to the test

So let us not rest

Until everyone is seen equally

And as we say in the USA

To everyone

God Bless