Fly Flags of Flowers

 

 

Hey, what ever happened to that

peace thing?

What ever happened to loving

your brother

ALL your brothers and

sisters?

 

Why do we still argue about

skin color

or ethnicity?

 

Why are some of us so

afraid of ourselves

still

That we will attack

another person

For any reason....

 

Hard to say?

Figure it out, friend

 

Whatever happened

to love

and caring and

feeding those souls

that starve?

 

What ever happened

to sharing

and not littering

the planet

 

Hard to say?

Clean this place up!

 

What ever

happened to

common decency?

 

What happened

to you and

me

 

Hard to say?

Where are you under all that

everyday damage?

 

Climb with me to that

ground high

Let us lift our voices

again

 

Hold my hand in your hippie

skirt and bare feet

Don your patchouli

pungent

Fly flags of flowers around

your neck

 

Love me free, comb my

hair...flowing

Dance in the streets in the mid

day sun

Take a day off work and

take a nap in the park

 

Fly flags of flowers from

windows

Hand flowers out to the wandering

strangers

void of beauty in their

lives

 

What happened to us

people?

 

Hard to say?

Make it easy once

again

 

 

 

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Roadmaps....

Above the river is a place

my heart has known forever

And my soul takes this space

With me where ever

I go

Between the piney trees

I gaze upon the river's shore

The air so crisp and free

Realigning me ...once more

On the ground up high

We are closer to the stars

As they illuminate the midnight sky

And heal our deeply seated scars

We wear our scars with honored pride

As road maps of our travels

Now our hearts converge from far and wide

To reconnect what has unraveled

In Illinois we will once again be found

Singing, laughing, releasing the ache in our bones

As we stand together on higher ground

 Between the pines and with the stones

Brother to Brother?

Disdain for breakfast

Disrespect for lunch

Depravity for dessert

Kick them when they're down

Never a thought of picking them up?

"I got mine, screw you" ....the mantra of madness many mumble

How is it that we escalate professional teams to lofty positions

We honor them for the teamwork they display

But then, we do not see ourselves as one connected team?

We are going down fast, people

We are drowning in our own greed

and the truth is that we won't make it if we don't change

Money and false power won't save us

Botox and fat from our asses to plump our faces

Won't cushion the blow of destruction

Wake up, HAVES!

The HAVE NOTS are increasing and multiplying

 if we go down, you go down

This is a shout out to brothers everywhere

The brothers and sisters of existence

If I am hurt.... so are you, injured

Pick me up

Hold me tight

And I will live, and so will you

Rain on Me?

Do you see the rain as washing you clean or drowning you?
It can wash you if you see it for what it is..... a cleanse
It can drown you if you fear change and growth

Let yourself be washed clean of the heavy toll you carry
Let the rain of change wash you anew
Perhaps you can breathe under water