Listen to the bird song
Listen to the trees
Listen to the butterflies
Polar bear, and honey bee
Listen to the tides,
Listen to the breeze
Listen to the snow and ice,
Listen to the Earth
As she cries for her children,
As she cries for mercy
Listen intently
Listen, listen
Listen and act,
Before we are unable

Alright/ All Right

Pain, but not the tears
Is what makes me doubt my moves,
but something is right

And yet not unbearable,
Yes something is right

But not everything,
The setting is not correct,
Therein lay the work

Some things are all right,
Just, this is not the best place,
This is not our scene

The time is coming,
To make our exit stage left,
Making things complete

32 Years

This evening I turn 32;
A decade since I cried
With bronchitis
Not knowing what to do,
A decade since I swore I’d failed,
That not knowing what would come next
Is what was making me fail

This evening I turn 32,
So much has passed since I feared

My body was at the end of the line,

That my chance of treatment was only giving me
Borrowed time

This evening I turn 32,
A flip of my favorite number
A number I’m not sure why,
but I’m drawn to,

This evening I turn 32,
And look back
at what 32 has brought me,
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
My heart

And then there is
The heart that beats
Outside my breast,
And snores
To assure me,
Yes she takes another breath;
And a love that snores much deeper
Than our babe
On the other side
of my body

This evening
I turn
And like at years 3 and 2
Insomnia wakes my dreams
To wonder on ,
And on,
And overthink
My next 2 to 3, to 32 years

American Tragedies

Tragedy does not bring change
When from tears
There is money to be made,
Tragedy does not bring change
When from fear
There is money to be made,
Tragedy does not bring change
When peace would kill this market,
Tragedy does not bring change

Something has to change
This daily cycle is insane
When there is only more,
And more,
And more
Of the same,
Of wars abroad
And wars at home,
Where tragedy forces change
But it’s emotional
It’s catastrophic
But for the better
To end this routine
Never comes the change,
There is too much money
To be made.