Do you think they will ever care? the rich and powerful and the big banks own us with their guns and tanks will they care when we are gone?
they siphon our money through a straw Just so they can get richer through the profits of war on everyone including the poor and disabled the immigrants and working class able
We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country full of those who would spout forth I speak of my discourse but wasn’t it Jesus who said that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle as a rich person to go to heaven the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven Or is the doomsday clock wrong we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong In being poor heaven can wait for our souls we need to be cared for...
Be a friend to yourself When friends let themselves out the backdoor with out saying goodbye and the things they told you were well meaning lies Be a friend to yourself above all and walk tall open your eyes and be wise learn to love the beating of your heart turn the page on rage make a new start respect yourself and your actions be the change you want to see in others Be a loving friend to people your sisters and brothers but love yourself in the truth of knowing that sometimes you are alone no body to hold no body to phone so have compassion on you like you do on other people may you be defined by the way you treat people and yourself because your mental health is your wealth.
Laser light born for flight Sun rise keen living in a open top dream where’s my balloon? light to pierce the gloom flowers in full bloom cover your babies cheek in the **** the room inside your stomach flummoxed by the madness glistening gladness the tide of times everything that holds me rhymes I am a poet life is a poet tree I bleed ink in the heart of me.
Broken hearts fresh leather you break my heart like an stiletto on an egg shell and yet the **** you give is to leave your voice live in my head and I still love you it’s blood red like my heart and I still know I love you cause I have butterflies in my heart and stomach whenever I see you I am flummoxed.
I’d pay the price for one night with you an arm, a leg, I love you through and through like tissue paper my tears soak through and through I would steal the sun and hide it away. Your eyes are diamonds They hide a glow that only I know your words wrap me in silk your touch a thrill can’t sit still for butterflies in you a flame that cannot die.
An artist with eyes wide open sees art spoken the silence between words and phrases Illuminates the ideas within.
They live out thousands of lives in the confines of one a commentator, a spectator yet living and being and seeing all no matter how small.
breathing in the darkness and light meditating on intricacies Like that of a flower held by a ***** eternity shivers Possessed by their grasp caught between pain and rapture the pen stains the page with ink Blessed be the imagination in which they sink and swim these poets that are skin and soul eyes that travel and unravel mysteries that we shall never see places and faces between you and me
The depth of field and focus of which can never be seen the poet is dreamer.