You pillage our planet for profit
While Fake Fox News snidely jokes
An Inconvenient Truth is made-up
Calling the science a hoax

Climate-denying allies in congress
Big Oil’s purchase-every one
Selling our children’s future for profit
No turning back once it’s done

Rip the last drop of oil from our Mother
Privatise all our Public Lands
Open all wild places to destruction
Blood money into so few hands

Deny all the earthquakes and forest fires
Damage from your chemical fracking
That secret formula legislated
Without a majority’s backing

For those who work to safeguard our planet
I support the Standing Rock Sioux
So many assaults our outrage must save
Bristol Bay-stop Pebble Mine, too

by Arcassin Burnham


We talked for awhile and it wasn't enough , We loved for awhile and it wasn't
enough...
And i just wanted to see you...
We said a few words in a matter of four,i want just you to show me
that i'm good enough...
And i just wanted to love you...
You Make my heart say,
The right words that you needed to hear in a certain quest just to find
your prince charming.
You needed a shoulder to cry on in the mean time when he didn't treat you
right, in this feeling.
I use to say to myself,what was i doing wrong in the times of pursuing
you.
plotting ahead , waiting on you to quit him in this life so he could stop hurting
you, but i remember when,
We talked for awhile and it wasn't enough , We loved for awhile and it wasn't
enough...
And i just wanted to see you...
We said a few words in a matter of four,i want just you to show me
that i'm good enough...
And i just wanted to love you...

You Make my heart say.

Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age
when delirium is the only thing in my head
I don't know when I **** or wet the bed
my mouths can't open a tube in my nose
takes not but teases the end looming close.

Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age
when my legs just wouldn't stand by themselves
can move me nowhere without a hand to help
I don't know when  I would fall on my face
flirts me but fails me that last cold embrace.

Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age
when the marks of time are mind crunching pain
the ones around me don't see a gain
in the struggled breaths that force me to live
defer their tears to mourn and grieve.

Don't let me Lord into the ripe old age
I beg to leave before my mind leaves me
before the loved ones ask wearily
O Lord why not spare us the agony
hasten the end let him die quickly.

I climbed an ancient mountain up to the snowy peaks. I ascended to where you can touch the sky. In the frigid cold and the radiant blinding sun I looked around for paradise but found nothing but empty barren ground. In frustration I yelled at the sky then heard a faint echo and then the crack of thunder all around. I stumbled and fell to the ground as sheets of ice slid down around me and tumbled down the mountain side. In a snowy haze I regained my senses and stood on sure ground where the ice had been now was bare frozen earth. I had come to the heights of heaven looking for answers, but all I found was cold and an empty sky. Then I turned around and in a blinding moment, I saw a sheet of ice like a mirror, in it I saw my reflection staring back at me. It then came to me that my journey had not been in vain. While I had ascended in search of ancient heroes in another worldly home, instead I saw the truth about myself and who I really am. The heroes of old were not in truth Gods, but more than what people thought they could be.

I can’t fall in love again
with your white paper pages
with your stanzas, and prose
with the heart you proposed
the art you impart on those
whose eyes are open and ready
whose hands are clean and steady
hopeful in dreams of yesterday,
tomorrow, and today.

I can’t indulge the pains
of your lovely nostalgia
old covers and titles
trips taken in under a mile
light year journeys
traversed in days
while smiling and learning
lying in bed under a warm electric cover
with a lamp light shining over
or sitting under a tree’s cool shade
as the wind tries to prematurely
turn me to the next page.

I can’t fall in love again
because you break my heart
with your lies, sweet fictions
that inform and surprise.
Till, water fills my eyes
and after the last page I ask why.
Then when I am ready
I find the nearest library
preparing for such sweet misery
that literature gives me.
Despite my heartfelt protests
I invest in a hundred plus pages of
falling in love with another story.