Didactic Hopes

Can these words rise

Up to the days that

Lie in the future

Around the corner

And flat on the pavement

Where the people walk

And talk

The poetry

Or words

Combines

To make meaning

Significant maybe

But timely

Indeed

Listen and Talk

If no one listens

And all we do is talk

We don’t see other perspectives

We don’t take other shoes

To walk

Through the life we live

And learn about each

Other

It just seems now

It’s one human

Vs

Another

A World I Don’t Know

A world I don’t know

Comes in a devastating

Thunderstorm

Of clashes

With people

Who’s intrinsic

Nature

I would hope to be

Good

However in a world

I can’t understand

How one human hand

Can be turned into a

Violent machine

Of descimation

Desicration

Is now

What I see

I’m not sure that

Is the world

Where I want to

Be

Building Towers

Building towers

For many hours

Days

Months

Years

From now

Those towers will sway

And fall

In a new lifetime

After us all

So everyday is an opportunity

To see where we can plant

Our towers that rise

From sky to sea

The Daily Stew

This news

Is nothing new

We just should have knew

That politics and corruption

Is all part of the stew

That these posers brew

In the private of lives

They steal the stars from the sky

But what do I know

I have no job

Nowhere to go

Just an itch to write

I am for truth

But rather write what I simply know