RIP Eric Garner

RevDrMLKJr-Hands-Up-Dont-Shoot_zps92f66f96Hands up
no violence.
Arm viscously ensnares neck.
I can’t breathe,
a whispered
scream
repeated over and over,
to no avail.
Men pile on top
Stomach down.
I can’t breath.
Left on the sidewalk
like trash.
No rush to save a dying man,
a father,
a husband,
a brother,
a son,
no more
just gone
taken
by bullies
with badges
hired to serve and protect.
Who were you serving?
Who were you protecting?
Collectively hear our cry
for justice
for accountability
for peace
for unity.
We won’t be silenced.
We stand together
hands on our hearts
demanding change.
Demanding we all do better.
Let our commonality as human beings
unite us, not divide us.
Maya Angelou said it best
“when you know better
you do better”
When are we going to know better?
When are we going to do better?
The time is NOW!

Savior

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Sorrow and pain bite at my heels
I am running.
I glance over my shoulder
and suddenly I understand.

“Sit, says my heart,
be still and know
this to shall pass.
Suffering, just as joy, belongs to all.”

I look to the moon
to guide me back home
the only home I’ve ever known.
The one inside.

Many nights awakening
in the darkness
I can still hear their cries
just like Clarice.

I try to free them.
Save them.
They are confused
They keep screaming.

They can’t break away
from the imaginary chains
that have bound them to suffering.

The gate is open.
Freedom is one step away.
Their cries are deafening.
Confusion sets in.
They can’t see that deliverance
is so close.
They succumb to the darkness.
Believing that, that is who they are.

Will their Savior come
or must we all learn to save
ourselves?

Lost at Sea

31fb7d558b6f5c1463cda110bb437e81I wanted to be
the one who made
your life light up.

I’ve become the one
who darkens your world.

I can’t morph into
your everything,
so you’ve made
me your nothing.

You lash out with labels.
The blaming and naming
shit storm of our war of words.

No ability to be present,
in this moment.
Lost in the past
of what used to be.

Unable to look within yourself
to find who you really are
apart from the achieving
the accumulating
and dictating.

I too remember a kinder
gentler time.
We can’t go back.
That space belongs
to the new loves.
The innocents.

We steam rolled into our future.
Forgetting to wait for one another.
One was always behind
and one ahead.
Never united.
Seldom together.

We were sucked into a whirlpool of space.
The space so vast,
we are no longer able to find each other.
Battered, exhausted, and disoriented
we are lost at sea.

A sea of our own making.

The Dance

____flying_angel_by_colenange-d38xkcvThe floor is littered with expectations,
anger,
resentments,
misunderstandings,
loneliness,
and fear.
They form shards of glass
that I am addicted to stepping on.

I race naked
across this floor of horrors.
You twirl me around taking the lead,
as we do our familiar dysfunctional dance.
Our once perfect waltz has become clumsy.
We’re not in rhythm anymore.
The music in my head has changed.
I twirl to a higher calling.
I am watching you.
My feet leave the ground.
My addiction is broken.
I look towards the sky
glittering
with hope
magic
excitement
and possibility.

I am torn between two conflicting realities.
I can’t stay in yours.
I am freezing and bleeding to death here.
And you can’t see mine.
My arm stretches down.
Begging you to grab my hand.
You try to pull me back to you.
My hand ever so slightly releases.
Profound loss
envelopes my heart
as I soar toward the light.

My Soul Sings

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the sky is on fire
the wind is whipping
o glorious day
wrap me up
in your overflowing
grace

son of the wind
daughter of the sea
mother of the moon
father of the sun
I need to feel
I need to belong
I need to be free
I need to fly

take me home
to that space
where I remember
who I really am
not this body
not this name

my soul sings to you
a song of hope
of healing
of contentment
of joy

Here’s to the Crazy Ones~a poem by Jack Kerouac made famous by Steve Jobs

dance“Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do…”
― Jack Kerouac

be love

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I wanted to devour you soul
possess you
make you mine

you taught me
to be patient
to look inward
to find that space where there is no need
to possess
or own

a place where love grows
wild
carefree
allowed to exist
as it is meant to be

nurtured by acceptance
warmed by kindness
fed by tolerance

passion is quick
hot
bright
and burns out

love when it originates
from within
remains
forever
impossible
to kill
or extinguish

love is sufficient
unto love
it isn’t dependent on anyone

it can’t be found in another
if it doesn’t exist in you

it surrounds you
in your darkest hour
it holds you up
when you fall
it cradles you
when you know you can’t go on

it whispers to you
get up
your work here is not done

the prayer on my lips
this day and forever more
may all beings know love
may all beings be love