Collective Unburdening

Where we come from

The edges are supple

Not rigid

Blurring into the ether

And each other

Where nothing is separate

Not even our minds

Our ideas bleeding

Together

Spreading infections

And immunity

And tolerance

And maybe love.

Maybe love.

Collective unburdening

Divulges

A sparkling collection of

Modern thought

Where love of all colors

All iterations

Can be tolerated

Differences celebrated

Repression

Oppression

Confiscated by the past

Condemned by the future

Like crucifixion and the gallows

Gone

But never

Forgotten.

Frequency of Us

I don't know what I'm looking at anymore We try and try and try again

Some days we get better and somedays we get worse

The sky turns pink and we turn away

The rain falls and we call it a nuisance

The night settles and we go to bed

The morning comes and we waste it away

I don't know what I'm doing anymore

Distractions circumnavigate my head

Doubt settles in my bones

Something isn't right

Materialism Pollution Racism

Sugar Alcohol Gossip Magazines

Impatience Dishonesty Power Wars

I want to jump out of bed in the morning

Drink tea Walk in the rain Salute the sun

Kiss my loves Hold my littles Embrace myself

Write Read Move Learn Teach Love

I have a hunch there's more out there

We are like little ants on one sidewalk on one street

Unseeing past the horizon, unaware of the infinite

The country, the planet, the galaxy, the universe

Matter and energy

Vibrating on the frequency of us.

Climax

Perhaps we have reached the endForsaken by everything trustworthy Starved by our own prerogative Festering into odious spunk Never mind the shelf life lasts Forever. Our toes point behind us Our fingers point somewhere in The distance, an arabesque into The future, two uneven halves Divided with nothing left for the Now. We mow our grass though It never stops growing, we pay For superfluous insurance just To be safe. We spurn safety For money, we declare war on Life by spraying verdure with Poison, we hedge the present With gold and still moments captured By the lens, immortalized by the Screen, because we matter and Those smiles will someday climax And though we prepare for it, we Will never be ready for it, so what I pray is the point in trying?

Beyond the end of the world.

The end of the world happens every day

Babies forget to breathe, bombs dive.

I kissed a tree

And sat down to write one thousand words.

Armored mechanical angels swooped by in formation

Creating traffic in the air

A celebration of freedom, a spectacle of man's wit.

Here, we laugh at the angels.

There, we cry.

World peace remains hidden beneath ego's shroud

Because we look for power on earth

Instead of setting our sights on the moon.