Choosing The Story

Just before storming morning air chills, two
birds trill from tall treetops in the gray, fly
above a black dog and I sitting through
grace. One quivering nose lifted to sky.

Cynical ones steaming in fear logy
from the media stream, schooled in the new
reality. Nefelibata me
barefoot, grounded, unmasked, singing my true

grasp of biology. Propaganda
cannily conquers, now a human face
connotes selfish-bonkers. A cough, slandered.
Has compassion now vanished from our race?

Inspired by: Grace, Cynical, Connote, Nefelibata, outings yesterday when I had to reveal personal medical information to strangers in order to buy their company’s goods (goodbye HIPAA), and this thoughtful piece by Kelly Brogan.

Find Common Ground

All around me, people watch the burning
called by each old twisted fragment flame-lit
behavior choosing sides, reaching, yearning
for change yet stuck, mired in the same shit.

The illusion of individuality like a mask
in the divide and conquer game, we’re played
like pawns. We’re all connected and we’re tasked
with one specific song to sing today.

A bullfrog croaks just as the sprinklers hiss
on bark the sun blesses before the storm.
I’m taking respite in a zone of peace
while the old systems crash, collapse and harm

the young like waving branches in these gusts
carried by passionate agility.
They think me gelid. As I praise love thrusts
while fear seeks symptom’s culpability.

Can you see the strong trunk and the deep roots?
We hold. Believe nothing is as it seems.
Create reality. Choose words to suit
our highest trajectory–rise from dreams!

Inspired by: Zone, Gelid, Behavior and Respite.

Cycle Love

Our focus now reveals the way we pay
energy the currency and how we play.

Isolation attempts to be well
when all the while

illusions we create with sick-spells
harden, then crack, collapse in the lack

of the fluid love

always present

like light

seeping in, fragrant
and delicious redolence,

jasmine
imagine

the gift of breath
allowing and receiving

blessing
and present-ing

arriving and leaving
and in the sacred now

the how is clear:

there is no enemy invisible
attacking the pitiful

we bring ourselves
to wholeness from within.

We rise, we shine
so we begin.

Inspired by sunlight on the lake, Unmask, Jasmine, Cypher and Rage.

Fierce Narrative Shift

The hidden costs now fully leaved
and we can choose to believe

hundreds of thousands of years
life brimming close and vital

feeding each other with love survival
plain, we’re here, what changed

is only story. The one is the glory
and praise, divine nature’s call

here in my instrument I set my intent
if there’s one thing sweeping the globe

it’s control by fear, and I won’t host it here.
Every traumatized fragment will arise

that happens when you’re hypnotized
awake I commit to my song, to speak

when I perceive the wrong, embrace
the hidden places clamoring to steer

upon the rocks of misguided fear.
one thing to praise and love

awakens my desire to be a force
the divine law the source

outside we stride into the light
know in our hearts what is right

I’m here for this. Essential me. Please
add your voice in this time to rejoice.

 

Where We Belong

His journalistic range, Black Thought expressed,
is a catalyst for change–for me, a big yes!
to all this live electricity streaming down
to find my ground. This is key:
finally sitting in my base
expressive face
letting my body feel it for a change
open and available to mystery.
Don’t get frosty–the way I do,
all my chilled trauma places preventing you
from touching me, containing us
I could regale you with the stories
but why make a fuss. The energy
sets the stage: when a child cannot
express her rage, she goes inside
or finds a pen, crafting rhymes
to keep her hand in. Until today
excitement bounds in the deep
inner space that channels the sounds
from higher places
where we are round
integrated, safe and sound.

Inspired by: Stage, Frosty, Regale, Excitement, the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “key“.

And the continuing inspiration of Black Thought Tariq Trotter’s freestyle chops expertise utter brilliance.  (An amazing interview on his process here.)

 

Vanish In The Haze

There is a person on this planet
who celebrates the day we met

a decade later–so I placate
the night’s plaintive despair

of this world that gropes myopic
absent 60 billion bird eyes

sighting up high what we miss
down low. Here approaching

autumn, I mourn the passage
of what 50 years ago seemed

true. Filter the insistent
voices selling lies without

a qualm. During the day I can
wrap the ugly city-scape

with pretty music–no rap–to
transport me to preteen wilds.

But in the light of the moon’s
turning face, away, away, so

cold and distant, I lose my
footing and I find the path

lacks substance. Help me get
my feet back on the ground
.

The poisoned bodies and minds
lurk and lunge, directed by

flickering screens’ strident
promises of violent war.

Fear conquers. I’m tired
and even though there is

a person on the planet who
celebrates the day we met,

he’s far away and won’t you
please, please help me
?

Inspired by: Myopic, Autumn, Qualm, Placate and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt Wrap/Rap, which means no editing!  And Help by John Lennon, Paul McCartney. I’m feeling down and I do appreciate you being round…

When Money Mediates

We laughed when they started
selling bottled water

but the people in Flint
are desperate, counting cents

to save their lead-infused
children from usury

the bankers deal. And I
assure you that the sky

is next, they’ll charge for air
–breathe if you have the fare.

Power-hungry nimble
fingers count the symbols

list a million reasons to
stand your ground is treason.

Debtors prison is real
and you are blind in line.

Only thing to over-
throw is this mapped system

—time and separation
should be foisted-stories

drive to obviate what’s
free. Prison-planet hate

slogging through poisoned soil
and billionaires unloyal

to their sisters, scrambling
to the top, they trample

these delicate flowers.
Desire sours and

this doesn’t end well.

A few buy and sell us.
On the other side of

nightmare, we gift inside
pure presence, the only

interest paid: sacred loan
of attention to wake

from this simple mistake.

What is real together
emerges wherever

we sit and see
this imaginary split.

The truth is we are one
we are one.

We have won when
we are one.

Inspired by Obviate, Money, Nimble and Desire.