We do the right thing for the right reasons
Struggling with moral questions
Questing for truth beyond misconceptions
The poet, philosopher, heart seeker
The speaker, social worker, Teacher
Without weapons and violence
Our hearts bleed as much as our bodies
Locked in love marching on
To be better, to be an example
Even when they trample us
Beneath their steel toed injustice
Pushed by pulpit pedophiles
and political predators
When they say fear and hate
We say hope and love

Human beings are parodies
Of their own existence
Pleasures postponed
For the profits they pursue
Flesh driven to fatigue
And delivered to death
By an endless deluge
Of overtime, and house repairs
Life lived only intermittently
Between bills, bills, bills

It is a metallic mountainous monstrous beast
fed on the flesh of the subdued worker class.
Weary eyed figures form a line for work time.
Strangled masses stumble in starving for relaxation.
Tension tightens their tired bodies and stripped bolts.
Work men’s muscles stretched and torn to their limits
only allowed to recover on the weekends.
Red eyes and amp energy drinks don’t stop the draining.
Machine metal bites furiously smoking sore bodies.
Steam and heat cook the workers till they are tender,
and with one exhausted misstep flesh and bone
Are consumed; blood and gore paint the assembly line.
The whistle blows, production stops.
the hunger is sated, and the factory slumbers.

I am the outlier
Feather wearer
Tired child of
The trial of tears

The back lashed
For being black

Brother of the
Burning Japanese
At Nagasaki

Open minded
And empathetic
The broken hearted

Lesbian, bisexual
Trans, homosexual
Dejected, rejected
And denied
Basic human rights

I am the immigrant
Who went
Through hell
To get here
To be demonized

I am flesh of your flesh
Blood of your blood
Lonely and struggling
Begging for mercy
And a little human decency

It does not care for borders
But breaks imaginary lines
Waves that rise and fall
Does not conquer those concrete walls
But sees eyes pleading for peace
Hearts beating for loves release
Tension and destruction
The cessation of human devastation
The humane reigns and claims
The right to feel
Joys, sorrows, and all things in between
The greatest gift and curse
So do not dull the passion
Do not quench the thirst
Do not cease to feel
For in feeling we reach for fields
And start to make a journey
To a world where we are better human beings

Despite how hard I tried to fight
This doctor’s heart
I cannot stop the light
Cannot end the love
That shreds my insides
Every time I try to quit this life
I just come back
From the darker side
Every heartbreak
That rips the earth to shreds
Just turns up new stronger soil
And I replant
The best parts of who I am
I will cure the world
Of all the hate, violence,
And unnecessary heart break
Or I will die trying

The broken are my people
Each lost child bruised
Tears assaulting their faces
with suicide dreams

Each stranger
Sitting slovenly
On the streets
With no family
Or food to eat

Each elder lost in the system
Blisters and bed sores
The agony of isolation

Each lonely person
Forgotten or discarded
Wounded or broken hearted
These are my people

When the last brown leaf
Fall beneath your feet
From the last soft breeze

When the last wave falls
And the shiny green brine
Is only a shade in your mind

When the last wolf howls
And the last bird leaps
Trying to soar
But falling before
The last wind
Can catch him

When the clouds come no more
And metal works
Lay scattered
Along with the shattered
Brick buildings

When the last mother
Touches the tiny fingers
Of the last born baby
Knowing no more
Will be born

When life is only a static echo
Spreading out in space
And this human race
Can only be known
By radio and tv signals

He only eats brand names
She only likes Loui Viton
Got to have a nice car
So they can drive on
To a fifty hour work week
Plus more overtime
Over worked to chase
The vaguely defined
Pricey good life
Fancy restaurants
Great vacations
But in between
Pleasures visitations
Pressure builds
Tensions tops out
Hours go grey
Before old age
Days turn to dust
Natures turns to rust
All in the pursuing
And eschewing
What they thought
They must
What they assumed was just
Cause markets never lie
And the only way to win
In this heavy human race
Is to have all the best stuff
Before you die

Give me a song that speaks to the soul of humanity
Seeks to fill the hole of our vanity
Even when it requires a little obscenity
***** the subtle tones and submissive proclivities
I will take the truth of insanity
Sprinkle wisdom in poetry
And put those prosaic words to music

I am a child of light and love
Stuck in a rut of emotional stuff
Drowning deeply in the darkness I see
The pain that infected me
The rage that was enacted upon
My innocent form
The violence that continues
The ignorance that persist
Sees my sorrows deepen
Caverns open ready to swallow me

Yet I aspire to be of love
To speak love
To act love
To be kind
And gentle

A rose without a thorn
Despite the storm
I am the fluid form
Only fulfilled by acts of kindness
Though life rejects this heart
I yearn for the light
While I create in the dark

I am transient, a river
Water flowing against the stream
My schemes are dreams
That see me separated
See me dashed upon the rocks
That wear the shore
And still I charge asking for more
And still I rise to love once more
Till I evaporate alone
A Smokey mist of love

They say to be heroes
To be great
We have to become killers
Harbingers of hate
Bullets and bomb bringers
No one line zingers
But ****** rage
Howling sorrows
Creators of destruction
Anguish in the name of
Our love of a nation
Patriotism facing
One way while war
Wages in another direction
Violence there for our inspection

A heroic deed indeed
Would be better defined
As the art of ending such wars
Standing arms intertwined
To stop the hate
To end the wars
To obstruct the tanks
The drones
And the soldiers
Who march on thumping
Backs heavy with their packs
Souls stained with their warrior way

there were tears,
many, they
flowed regularly
from
porcelain bowls
down drains
I'd hoped
would separate
the pain, cleanse
them, make them
water again,
free to roam
amongst
their own in salt
lake streams, banks
bursting at
the seams with
ripe green,
so different to here
where all they've
ever known was
fear, housed behind
eyes, between ears,
counting each
shallow breath
like they were
anticipating
their death.