Let me go...
Let me slide back into the seas...
Leave me be

Beautiful wonderful one...
Fun while it lasted
.
Let me slide back into the seas...

I smelled it first early in the morning,
Just waking up
Filling my nostrils
The smell of strawberries...
Fresh, just beyond, unmistakable,
Then again around noon on my hands...
Brushed my hair back and once again
Strawberries
Filled the room...
No lotions
Candles
Or even the fruit was around
And I remembered someone
I loved once
Oh how she loved her strawberries
‘It’ll always remind me of you...’
.
10 at night
Message came in from my sister
‘Did you hear about...’
‘I’m so sorry...’
That someone who loved her strawberries
Was gone
The night before had taken her
.
Guess she wanted to be around me one last time...

Where are the poets, the activists, intellectual front lines during these times?
.
Voices of reasons, stokers of flames, calmer of storms
.
Let it be not in celebrities, athletes, talk show hosts...
.
Bring about change thru words. Wisdom. Leaders of Rhetoric, for if not, we will be doomed by legions of the privileged and martyred deaths will never be avenged, abandoned by time...Violent ends without ever beginning!
.
Come about oh ye Stokely Carmichael’s of this age, Abbie Hoffman’s of the Suburbs, let YOUR VOICES BE HEARD!!!
.
Protesters need you!
This time, this place, this nation that’s so *******, who’s wound is wide and bleeding profusely...
.

Last night I dreamed of you...
Walking your way down an aisle...
Bouquet of flowers in your hand...
Smiling at me, eyes locked in at me...
All the songs we ever shared...
Played as you stepped
One foot
Closer to be my wife...
.
And then I woke up...