Arms still raise goosebumps
Though your stare I often see
Paralyzing blues

Her words will light a fire
underneath deniers, eye-to-
eye, take on the liars, I, too
have too long uttered silence
while our children quietly
despised us, we, even me
who knew, choked it down
the unclean smoke unspoken
yes, how dare we leave this life
behind for generations to bare
our crimes, and yet they rise
above to breathe fresh air
the clean O2 of burning desire
searing, shouting utter truth
to wake the world, to sing
and single out, to recognize
a lie when it is a lie, FIERCE
like fire, beautifully reactionary
aflame, to inflame, now is here
your time, rebel, my rebel child
fight for your very life, your future
children, species, for all mankind.

Springing like a fawn,
running like a bull,
haunting like an owl,
It shows a different side of me.

When it centers me in a desert,
it springs up like an oasis.
When it is in a flood of deluge,
it gives me a lifeboat to rescue.
When it moves me into isolation,
it shows me prairies of emotion.

When I move into clear waters,
it shows me a reflection,
even I can’t recognize.
Everyone else seems to know me,
except me until I realize.

Maybe they have been there
already I surmise.
Once I have run out of ideas,
it shows me another world.
Now, who would imagine
even I could be there?

She asked me to get drunk
and write poems.
I've been around the Sun
Thirty times and can tell you
that love is like
reading Bukowski

And Jesus
and all of us
wept while the sun
fled west to Copernicum
With roses in her wake