#chapman
dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice
dear tracy i am listening to you because
you calm me
a morning is given grace
by your voice but first of all:
forgiveness
how could a day forgive?
heaven yeah: it can!
since a day is god
and god is a day
and god is inside everything
and god is inside everyone
and god forgives
god, without words, made me feel how to forgive
it's a lack of compassion that made the
cold-hearted so cold-hearted
the giants of our earth will fall
sooner or later.
i am talking about goliath
i am talking about donald
i am talking about supercilious creatures
who fight against themselves day by day
but who celebrate autonomy
dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice
dear tracy
i am listening to you because
you're a good person.
a good person does the right thing;
and by spreading a strong spiritual vibe
you have been doing the right thing
dear tracy please:
spread the vibe
and then
spread the vibe
and then
speak the word.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
This poem was written in response to the senseless slaying of Kayla Chapman, a local convenience store clerk in Kelso WA who was brutally gunned down after complying with robbers requests for money and cigarettes. She was such a neat person.
A slight streak of purple,
A smile like a flower,
A warm friendly voice, In a late midnight hour,
You added so much, to our own little hood,
You brightened our nights, and made us feel good.
Now you're not here, I cannot believe,
Your bright light's been stolen,
For that we all grieve.
We won't let this stop,
We won't let this rest,
Till all those responsible, are put to the test.
Your life wasn't meaningless,
Your life was so dear,
A smile on a dark night, A welcoming ear.
I give you this poem
, from my heart, through my tears,
I'll never forget you Through all of the years.
God bless you Kayla Chapman, you touched my heart
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC