Growth

It will hurt

This stretching, this groaning

A plant’s voice is silent but every movement up through the soil requires the greatest effort 

And only eventually will it taste air and sun

But first

It must be plunged into the depths of darkness 

And left waiting

Cold

 

 

 

 

Breath

Warmth — 

     at least on the surface

But that is enough for now

Enough to keep reaching for what is sure to be truth if it does not burn away all that is left of us

All that is broken within us

All that will fall away eventually 

And return to the dirt 

Turn into dirt

Absorbed through a new channel which now, strangely, nourishes 

 

This is what we are fighting for

The growth which sloughs off the death which transforms to breath which fills us instead

It fills us instead

Though we thought we were dead

My Peregrine

Do I see you in the night?
The stars
Do they warm your face?

Are you free to roam?
Wilderness and sea
Do they shape you and pull you in?

My arms are aching, darling
Darling
How I would hold you if I could

And my heart is making, darling
Darling
Me long for what I can’t do

Are you part of the song?
The wind and birds
Do they call you as you sleep?

Do you dance with the sun?
The days
Do they lift you as you spin?

My arms are aching, darling
Darling
How I would hold you if I could

My heart is making, darling
Darling
Me long for what I can’t do

Today I’d hold you
Today I would say
Today is your day, darling
This day you would stay

Tonight I would kiss you
Tonight I would sing
Tonight sleep with angels, babe
This night is everything

But my arms are aching, darling
Darling
How I would hold you if I could

And my heart is making, darling
Darling
Me long for what I can’t do

What Justice

It’s insanity
This humanity
Getting shoved down, stuffed back
By their hands of “peace”

People crying out
Races dying out
In the streets our sons and daughters
Bodies lying down

Women speaking up
Men just shut them up
Say they deserve it, they’re not worth it
Men aren’t stepping up

Where invincible forces
make war over corpses
and rivers run red
with the hearts of our dead
and all our shoes stain
every step of the day
’cause we keep walking over
the voices that pray

Please believe us
Please receive us
Stop denying our pain, stop digging our graves
You could free us

No excuses
Don’t refuse this
You can hide behind lies, deny human rights
Like lives are useless

Individuals hurt
Your neighbors, they hurt
What could be more important than sons and daughters
Wake up, do your work

Money and power
don’t love you
won’t follow
you into the grave
where you claim you’ll be saved
while real people on earth
drop down dead in the dirt
and you say they deserve it
like you don’t,
you’re worth it

Worth what, dollars?
Worth what, power?
What good is your worth, your privilege
If it’s not what you offer?

You’re not the least of these
You’re not the one in need
Your hands, your feet, your heart
Drown in all that greed

Justice lies
When our people cry
There is no justice to turn to
Not when our wealthy hide

You’re deceived by the powers
who feed hate through your hours
spent eating up stories
they control you, it’s horrid
Keep you glued to your seat
Not working out in the streets
You don’t see real people
You don’t feel things that they do

Wake up to the death
That real people fear
Wake up to the homelessness
Wandering and tears
Wake up to the cries of the people in pain
Quit turning your back ’cause it’s easier that way

These are people
They’re your people

These are people
Real people