You see where we're different,
But I see where we're not.

And maybe that's a dangerous way to be,
But I think my ****** bleeding heart would rather go out this way.

Don't you see where we're the same, too?

We all live by the same philosophies,
Protect what is ours.

But what if we protected each other?
What if we were kind of kind to one another?

Show empathy and understanding,
Humans are much too wrapped up in being
"Individuals"
That we'd rather be bad and cruel and knock each other down
Than be the kind of individuals
We actually need.

And in our misunderstanding
Of each other and our similarities,
It saddens me to say,
We become even more
The same.

It is not enough to see
a soul will manifest
what has been sown
immortal purple flame
gnarled roots in stone
the truth of nature
an external blooming
expression of the world

a flourishing vision
voraciously spreads
animating the meadow
with honey-scented breeze
steep slopes sweetened
magnificent blossoms
open lavender wings
to conquer the sky

here the air is thin
windblown seeds
so carelessly thrown
to harsh alpine soil
become willful weeds
persistently untamed
internally unchained
forever wild flowers

Whatever you do, do it in the name of love
Whatever you do, do it in the name of peace
Why doesn't the war and violence and anger cease?
We build walls, we build bombs, we prepare for war and bloodshed
We isolate ourselves from others
We elevate ourselves and push others down
Forcing thoughts, beliefs, and ideas aggressively, I wonder why it doesn't work

Maybe there's another, better way to get people to listen
Maybe it has to start with me
I don't agree with everyone about everything; that's fine
But do I even try to UNDERSTAND?

Whatever I do, I do it in the name of love
Whatever I do, I do it in the name of peace
Whatever I do, I do to help the lowest and the least
Wherever I go, I tear down walls and build up bridges
Wherever I go, I try to pull others up and help the lost get found

I try to look beyond our differences to what makes us the same
A string that links us one to another
Though many hearts we are all one family
Our similarity makes us united
Our differences are part of what makes us great

Whatever we do, we do it in the name of love
Whatever we do, we do it in the name of peace

I've been praying for a sign
But I've been pretending not to see
Claiming I can't read
Yet here I am, dumbstruck on the ground
Knocked off my feet
And there is no easy way to piece your life together
All we can do is have hope
And you've always given me hope
You've always been my wistful hope

Many days I feel worthless
Even more I question my purpose
Too much to explain
Everyone feels pain
Everyone cries their eyes out
Has something to talk about
I don't need someone to understand
Just someone to offer a hand
To let me struggle and break down
Knowing that I will come back around
Because if there's one thing I'm sure of
It's that I know how to love
But continue to learn every day
That there is always a new way

i am not you , i am not everything you think i am .
i am not exactly who everyone thinks i am
im not my gender , its the gender that occupy me
im not my race and society
im not you
gravity that held us together suddenly was too strong that it consumed itself
pulled too strong that it pulled itself apart
now we are floating in space with nothing but vacuum between us
the universe ripped apart in half to be something for me and you
an ornament in our skies but we did not get lucky
because the universe tore itself apart too much that it couldn’t hold itself back ,
because the black hole was holding it hostage

showed us who we truly are
apart from each other we were floating into our decisions and self consciousness
thrown into our own mind so suddenly ,
im not who you are anymore
I’m the perfect intersection between day and night
when the weather is just right
I’m the summer nights we will never get to spend together
curled up with friends
I’m the moonlight of a full moon strong and shining
i am the plot of a good book
im a comfortable sweater you would never throw away
I’m the mug you fill your warm tea with
I’m the little thing that is so impactful but yet so beautiful
im not a part of you
neither are you a part of me
any more

the other day
I occupied a chair
at a sidewalk café
watching the vanity fair of the quotidian
float by in quickly changing apparitions

an endless flow of different ages, nations, fashions,
skin colors, miens, ****** expressions, postures & gaits
kept passing through  my field of vision

it made me wonder why
some people get so furious
when they  just hear about
    not even meet
    the ‘others’ different from themselves
that they start dropping  bombs and shooting rockets

I think they rather should be curious
and eager to discover
how the immense variety of humankind
can help expand a locally grown mind

and recognize
that we are all of the same kind