Zimbabwe

Healing homesteads vendors jump heads

Kicking lips friends confront wanting bits

Jeers cells fears green years dents creases

Poison rolls fusion bears goosebumps am

Love flips weeks trolls growls hits zoom

Lop review yonder wonder sooner than

Tomatoes goofy lids cool rear Zimbabwe

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Smile

Study foul aberrant clues future sink reel

Lacking enable volume cross sickle tick or

Stack moose beef stick frolicking ocular is

Maneuvering hot vats semblance sicken

Norse robbery pirates tackling fish shores

Deepening stab slow blood trickles smile

Everything

Benevolent meaning saves sword fights

In alleys where thunderers wrong maids

And tempers flare. Rowdy talk and angry

Thought sometimes make for bitter some

Whats. Allowing adolescent schmoozing

Presents problems for parents who wish

To teach their kids reality. Let’s all just

Stay in fantasyland, shall we? Say the

Fake ones with the expensive everything.

Just Ask

Pennies for your many thoughts spinning

Round in your head just now, instead of

Other gifts without real value. How do

You really feel? I want to know. What’s

Troubling you, and how can I help? Amen.

So ask. Take an interest. Relationships

Are only momentarily physical, but that

Is not where lasting meaning is. Smile.

Communicate. Share your dreams, your

Pain, your values. These are the stars that

Shine the brightest. Yes, even pain, when

You share it. Open up. Be yourself. Ask

For help, if you need it. Don’t be afraid.

Check

Quiz veal check war check prisons check

Persecution check prejudice check racism

Check oligarchy check imperialism check

Pollution check endangered species check 

Animal cruelty check child abuse check

Discrimination check domestic violence

Check monopolies check check check

Fear of Difference

The place of fear envelops here.

No way to tell, what’s coming

From the rear, or what’s ahead.

The smoking mirror is an illusion.

Sometimes I wonder where

Is truth in life? Where do the two

Intersect, when it really matters?

Lies confuse, swallow what’s real.

The lie I feel to be real, is

That which hangs around my neck,

When I gather in spaces,

Of those with like mindedness.

Bricks and mortar, or digital

Groups, it doesn’t matter.

Both are full of walls, constructed

Alike, to keep others out.

I am out, even if I am in.

I am not present, when the lies

Begin. I step out, of my own

Volition, when the air is thin.

I have no patience, for groups

Dividing, over fears of others,

Who do not threaten. Being

Unique is not a sin,

Without or within.

Yet, I find in my behavior,

The same judgment, of myself,

And those around me.

Perhaps, it is most true,

In those who are least comfortable

With themselves or others,

A state of being, most common.

And with the discomfort,

Comes a fear, a sense of

Vulnerability, to be devoured,

By the enemies that exist,

Even if those enemies are created,

In ones own mind alone,

For we also put up walls around

Ourselves, in order to protect,

Even if there is no need,

For we do not realize, sometimes,

Who is with and who is against, for

Those who put up walls,

Can be our greatest friends.

I hope I come to see, the company

That’s all around me, is the asset

Best to help me, my true family.

So Loud´╗┐

Heh be done just done

When it comes to finally

A groan erupts From my body

I cannot stand it Living in such silly

No soul, no mind, no sign

Of compassion or humanity.

I don’t know how long I can stand

The eruptions, ironic ceremonies,

Below the belt commentaries.

It really disappoints to hear and see

The squabbles and serenity 

Depending on the night and day

Somebody even said it was the officer

Friendly being too friendly with a local

Lady whom he should have been taking to

The jail since the law from many ages ago

Enough about family so to speak to sing

Making the best of so many tragedies

Humph I gave it away could have been

Another’s story, perchance, nobody else

Could be as stupid as my family so loud