Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Still here.
Time is the same.

Still here,
We
Are
The
Same.
Connected and yet barely
Holding on.
Still here
Even the air is the same
Moving consistently,
Forwards,
never backwards.

Still here,
This same
Fear resides

for all of us.

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

Billions to fund a campaign
But, there's no money to educate the young brains

Billions to fund a campaign
But there's no funding for those that strain

Are billions really needed to win?
Would it not be easier to speak from your heart with an honest smile
And not a sinister grin?

Re-distribution of wealth?
I don't want a hand out
Just a little compassion
And free health

We don't want to chose between life, or food on the table
When emergency health costs our rent check
We chose the latter
And hope we remain stable

Oh, I forgot we're forced to pay for it now
When we can't afford to buy groceries
It slithered in as a "tax"
And I bet the healthcare corporations had nothing to do with this atrocity

Other countries do it and flourish
But we're so scared of that "*****" word
Even though it's been used to benefit and nourish
Their sick and their fertile

Some can't even afford
To pay for the necessities
But your rich friends take our hard earned money
And you give them lavish subsidies

Tax less the rich
And more the working man and woman
Because our lives don't mean a thing
We're just ants to which you burn

You're funded by the private
The unspoken
Yet we work until we are battered
We sweat until we are broken

Some can't afford to pay for dinner
But yet you take away our homes
You leave us cold and weathered
Humiliated and alone

There is no justice
It was blind, but now it's six feet under
Raise her from her grave
Lift her veil, so she can see the blunder

This poem is imperfect
But so are all we
You think you know what is best
But it's not best for this land of the free

You're turning it into a prison
Where the lies are the warden
Trapped inside is the truth
Everyday it's ***** and broken

Take heed your actions
And think hard of your decisions
You have a nation as your child
Raise us right and hold an honest vision

Come, let our hearts embrace thy warm embers,
I will keep you safe beneath my velvet feathers,
I will be the moonbeams to illumine your way;
Beseech reasons to brighten every mournful day.
Come, let our tongues speak every truth’s decree,
And sing a thousand songs of harmony to eternity;
The angels descend from heavens, and trust,
We will be together 'til our worlds turn to dust.
Come, let our eyes be never without light,
Of spring of tears have abandoned and dried,
Behold! Thy love quelled all my beautiful scars;
I will clench roses to exude the scent of my heart.
My only love echoes up on a tranquil shore,
Of laments of sadness forever will all deplore.

My body's a ruin, a temple condemned
to spend its lonely life waiting for you to attend.
To wander so slowly down the ***** of my neck
and linger a while in the arch of my breast,
where a fountain is standing that has always run dry
but it looks so inviting, you just have to try
so you raise your parched lips to the fount for a taste
before traveling on to the dip of my waist.
Past the brow of my hip, to the hinge of my thigh
where a river is flowing that pulls you into its tide,
and in its warm waters you find resolution
then go down to the temple to receive absolution.

come out come out - stop whispering my name
i cannot keep going on the borderline of sane
i cannot pretend that i want to play your game

i cannot believe what my eyes do not sustain

come out come out - stop shadowing your name
you cannot just stand there and hide beside your shame
you cannot belittle me against your naked frame

you cannot convince me that I am just the same

come out come out, i know you want to stay
but if you do i'm certain i will never see your face
i'll amount to nothing while you eat up all my grace

*and let you make a home in me to fill the empty space