I listen for the caramel sound
of your sweet voice
sitting on
a weathered old bench
at Vista 3 in Erna Nixon park
the wind sighs where
so many have waited
I listen for the still small voice
a mosquito whines in my ear
and the lanky shadows of
late afternoon backpacking
through the swampy wetlands
listen too….
flowers bloom, long trumpets
from our ears
I catch a glimpse of the One
with lotus petaled lips and orange
robes
disappearing just beyond the
vermilion horizon
I run to catch up with You
O elusive One
always one step ahead of me

listen to the pitter patter of
my heart

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Bullying such a terrible thing
Target the small and fragile
It will only cause a minor sting
This pain shall only last a small while

Hound that little boy with glasses
"Nerd, Geek, Four eyes"
Shove him into lockers as he passes
Torment him until he cries

What about the red haired girl
"Ginger, Ranga, Carrot Top"
Pound her down until she curls
Push them to their limit, don't stop

Now the question I shall ask
What did you gain
Other than your shallow mask
Trying to hide your own shame

You don't understand what you cause
Those kids you tormented
Only find safety and joy in self recluse
They now believe they are demented

That girl you called Ginger
Has bled out over the floor
Its "You" who caused her to injure
This young girl is now dead to the core

That boy you called four eyes
He now hangs from the ceiling
Sleeping away in the night skies
These kids no longer have feeling

What do you say for yourself
Nothing, nothing at all
Bullying is your disgusting wealth
But one day realise you shall fall

One day people shall stand
Fight against this vile behavior
Together we will band
And this shall be our savior