But do not go to sleep

Give them a drink
then watch them cascade
to the sky
they look for the good food
light from the Sun
will pour into your soul
when you remember to
give them a drink
and breathe...

The man with the fake tan
is in the house painted
arrogant white
How he fits well sitted
Says he is
the new messiah
Follow him
So into oblivion we go
but the road is out
and we are left in the cold
with no shoes  
no bodies clothed
While the fake tan man
ignores the sweltering
heat about him
pays his buddies voiceless
like all good billionaires do
bad news for all of us
from the man with
the basketball skin

Water is blood
it flows flawless sacred
from the head of mountains
to the feet of forests
sometimes still
****** to your lips

I'll never understand
the apprehension
for water
like cursing the woman
who gave you life

Water eludes those
who would besiege her
The undeserving ones
The haters who would burn her
at the stake if she were to
manifest

Alas water being
the blueprint
for life is merciful  
to us all
and a tireless enigma
of the female sort

The real fiend is you
don't defeat him
or make him stupid
just sit with him
and feel his presence

They told
lies with cold wives
sent their idle mothers
to die on tides
those treacherous nights
lead men to fight and
take flight
But She
was sent here
thru Her own thighs
they demised her wise and
planted her
six feet high
in the sky...

Don’t weep
you cure the sick air
with a robust love
Passing out redemption
Like lollipops for broken dreams
You are the reluctant warrior
Here to mend torn casualties
from mankind’s cruelty
a new dawn has emerged
with every shift you take
You know who you are
In the trenches muddy
And sodden but moving
Steadily towards
A towering grace
Thank you.

We are evolving
Finally the monster
is rising slowly and
rubbing its heavy eyes
to a pant less world
a world without
cut throats and apathy
"Your hierarchary
is crumbling"
and people are jumping
from high places
the glass shattering
above us
None of us have anything
to wear but this same
nakedness
the same wounds
weeping and yet, there are
those of us who truly
want to heal.