He is
the very thing that keeps me grounded
He is
the most kind
He is
the most imperfect perfect person I have ever had the chance to kiss
He is
the person my heart belongs to

I think I am gonna think
before writing the next line,
Nah!
just gonna let it flow
write the next thing that
comes to my head,
stream of unconsciousness
I guess,
or a dam busted

find higher ground
you all,
the **** is gonna flow
again!

transcended the fear that causes bigotry
finally
because I noticed the way others judged me
so quick to render
finality    
and decide on first impressions
I thought it must be an instinctual thing
like why all
the hot chicks
are with
other guys

rush around your day just stay calm
get things done but remember most of us
will see tomorrow
bring that urgency down to
that force making us rush
light to light
in a hurry perpetually like
we are going to get somewhere
Saturday is going to come and just like Tuesday
it begins with a sunrise and a rude
alarm clock bell
nothing to rush to
Wednesdays a race and Sunday is too

for living creatures have to eat
breaks  my heart to see a young gazelle
go down her throat surrounded by razor lion teeth
or a squirrel      scurrying
in the middle of the road hearing destiny roar down on him
not knowing which way to turn
that crunch is part of life
hard distasteful but natural
and,  still nature has that giving side ,
the acorns from oaks
the prairie grass
so it is not all bleak,
just chance again,
someone wins the lottery every week
some get killed in cars,  by teeth get eaten
or become food for the insects,
or bar fights or  by a lion or tire;
and some make love like rabbits in the sun and have
wild onions in abundance and comfortable burrows
strong tree limb nests
to sleep in unworried it seems,
or are they?

I can’t believe many want us
To starve, to sicken and die.
I can’t believe they hate dark skin
And I bet even they don’t know why.
I can’t believe they think it is fine
To tease friends who are different
And that they hate women and claim
What clearly is discrimination isn’t.

I refuse to believe your insistence
That you are a member of a church
That is fine with blocking our laws
And leaving the land in the lurch.
I don’t accept the standard cant
That all our young must go to war,
Then watch people act as if veteran’s aid
Is not part of what government is for.

It hurts to hear that you hate welfare
But gleefully grant it to the very rich
And buy aircraft and warfare equipment
As our highways fall into a ditch.
It is far beyond shameful to see
The number of our American cynics
Who would vote for a liar,  and a thief
A draft dodger, a cheat and a bigot.

What has happened that we got stupid
Enough to not be able recognize
A narcissist that is in it for himself
Who is neither a statesman or wise?
How sad it has become for this land
The example of truth and wisdom
Has pitched its camp with an uncaring fool
And those who agree with him.