24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
because it already is all it can be.
they always try to change it, try to make it into something its not
without realizing it peaked years ago. if they can get past their own biases,
maybe they’ll finally understand why we bask in our own
quality as we hurtle towards whatever end
fate has in store for us
1. meow cat, meow, fireworks explode.
Trees and Trees in space trees and trees
question, do ghosts have hands, wait look Praise scream rewind and fast forward
Im no good at millenial lingo
Please emoji someone else
it’s the only way we’ll survive.
you can’t pretend we’re not all driving the same vehicle that is life
that’s what make us special
separate yet unique
how we can be ourselves in a lifetime of dichotomy.
if we are to discover our own identity,
only then will we able to know others.
That’s the dream: return to the status quo and revel in your own gratification
regress to an existence that can no longer sustain itself
but the sad fact is where you once belonged no longer exists.
It has metamorphosed into something no longer recognizable to
anyone but you.
When I first got there, I was irate but, more than anything,
I was just exhausted.
I thought my presence there indicated societal rejection
like I was a failure at failing.
Turns out it was acceptance in disguise.
But that’s the truth of it all; stuck is nothing more than a state of mind
and, with the right people in your corner, no power in the world can stop you from breaking free
One step then another, another on and on.
We start under stars, Venus bright above us,
a trickle of light silhouetting the trees on the hill.
Lights float in darkness, the ocean singing invades
our bodies, as we reach the cliffs. We walk in silence
listeningto thr earths voice as we follow the path deep
intothe wild, we rest watching the sky, stars disappearing,
sunlight reaching around the earths rough curves. We
turn retracing our steps, but not our thoughts, One
step, then another, another on and on.
It was sparked in Minneapolis and quickly spread all around the world.
there’s no end in sight in more ways than one
but the success and progress being made is undeniable.
even as the world continues to burn,
we can see the hose on the horizon.
when ever single person on the face of the planet
is treated equally,
that’s when revolution becomes institution
Deep breath
Inhale salt spray
Scan swells, stretch shoulders
Time the set
Plunge into the crashing waves
Return to source of everything
To where that first fish slithered onto the beach gasping for air
Where that first single-celled amoeba divided,
Setting off evolutionary chain that led to this moment.
Settle into rhythm of stroke,
Breath
Stroke
Breath
Stroke…
Until movement and breath fade into unconscious flow
Flowing through primordial womb of all life on this planet, waves crashing, splashing face until the break fades behind and the open ocean opens my mind to encompass all life, dancing to gentle tidal rhythm
Swimming through the sea
As if it was the infinite, the physical transfers to mental, to spiritual and back again, all to the rhythm of tidal swells and…
Breath
Stroke
Breath
Stroke…
Out to the edge of the bay and back again, return back into physical and time sets back to the shore
Slide out of that salty womb to stand back on sand,
Turn to face the majesty with a nod of gratitude and one more…
Deep breath
Inhale salt spray
This is how I pray
i just want you to know i’m here for you
whatever you need. you’ve always been perched on my shoulder
and turnabout is fair play. i carry the planet
around so you don’t have to.
i know it can be scary venturing out on your own for the first time
but i’m ready, willing and able to help you carry on
to the very end, bitter or otherwise
meet, feed, ebb, flee
feel temp
get
get well
we fell
the few weep
we fled
empty helm
let eggs mold
meet edge, depth
we yell, effete