Seeds of love scattered
Blown by winds of emotion
Clouds of teargas
All we have
Is a few short minutes
To be sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Friends and lovers
There is no color
No race
No nation
Only humanity
Let us help each other
To live our best lives
In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
I can’t breath
The presence of mind
To set the world on fire
Nothing left to lose
White
House afire
Hot with hate
Washed in vainglorious jactitation
Privilege
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #234: Presence
We are living in a time
When personal choices
Can impact so many others
As a matter of life or death,
Disparity never so clear
Selfishness disguised as freedom,
Choosing economy over humanity
Is the real tragedy
Because if we let go of man made doctrines,
Reject the fear of scarcity
And instead embrace abundance,
If we focus on taking care of one another
Everything will be all right
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #229: Choices
A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers
While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.
You and I always seemed to be
On the opposite sides of a bridge
Neither able to cross without it swinging wildly
Tension thick as humid gulf air
Impatience and disappointment our love language
You and I alike in so many ways
So sensitive we each tried to bite first
Both with a stubborn shell of protection
Curiosity for life’s most enigmatic questions our common ground
With expectations released, forgiveness our final passage
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers
Silent cries
Natural flow occluded
Earth’s heart attack
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #135: Occluded
He swept in on a twilight wave
This warrior of suffering
Fighting the dark for the light
A slow steady Seppuku
The result of years past
Wit and wile his Daishō
To excise the black shame
Of being Masterless
His ink a testament to battle
Against the establishment
His ink a roadmap
To his gentle soul
That golden treasure
Rarely revealed
But to a few rare birds
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #132: Twilight
He sat there frozen
A painful reminder
Of days gone by
When mankind
Was allowed to read
And relax, and dream
A time before the ban
That constant reminder
Of the punishment
For being caught reading
Was to be turned to stone
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #128: Frozen and the Weekly Photo Challenge: Out of This World
Frozen in time
I reminisce fondly
My memories
Dancing Echoes 
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