week 609 ~ they can’t breathe they march

they can’t breathe they march
I can’t sleep I think
anger seethes backs arch
they can’t breathe they march
days move past dreams parched
drop like stones and sink
they can’t breathe they march
I can’t sleep I think

week 469 ~ perhaps I have been misreading the signs

perhaps I have been misreading the signs
moving too hastily to conclusions
based on circumstances facts anyone’s
guess this mess of misdirection combines
paranoia and anger in a froth
of unknown duration much like whipped cream
that only lasts so long or a bad dream
or a candle that beckons a drunk moth
I flutter helplessly hooked soon to be
burned ripped hopes ride the rage out of my mouth
and I so long to hop a nightmare south
away from this truth or controversy
don’t think don’t talk but remember to breathe
you’ll ride out love’s storm like any disease

week 432 ~ with audacity

with audacity
made bold by anger
we will remain free
with audacity
knowing it’s time we
speak truth to power
with audacity
made bold by anger

week 419 ~ blues walkin’ like a woman

blues walkin’ like a woman
slowly down a crooked road
doin’ what’s right what she can

finishing what she began
eyes never blink her oats sowed
blues walkin’ like a woman

once upon a time she ran
staggered to carry the load
doin’ what’s right what she can

her mind stuffed with contraband
anger ready to explode
blues walkin’ like a woman

owning her path an urban
gypsy with dignity stowed
doin’ what’s right what she can

to ignore the proffered plan
to get back what she’s been owed
doin’ what’s right what she can
blues walkin’ like a woman

week 366 ~ inch your way down to the end of the branch

inch your way down to the end of the branch
and there perched precariously look out
at what lies beyond your grasp never doubt
that soon you’ll get there don’t look down don’t blanch
to repair broken dreams sing love out loud
you may teeter a bit as you balance
between hope and fear but reach further chance
rewards those who take theirs bravely unbowed
by the weight of all the things that never
worked out drop armloads of outgrown anger
turn around and take photos of questions
unanswered then shred unwise opinions
move ahead with an optimistic heart
you have just made it through the hardest part

week 321 ~ the goddess of fortune sits brooding

the goddess of fortune sits brooding
she’s realized there’s no way to turn
twixt a rock and hard place colluding

 I can’t fathom what they’re alluding
to far too exhausted to still yearn
the goddess of fortune sits brooding

beyond righteous anger including
hers and mine but it’s not your concern
twixt a rock and hard place colluding

 since we know we’re simply deluding
ourselves watching bridges as they burn
the goddess of fortune sits brooding

 and termites of distrust intruding
won’t be booted off stage yet though spurned
twixt a rock and hard place colluding

we pause having reached the concluding
stanza with no motion to adjourn
the goddess of fortune sits brooding
twixt a rock and hard place colluding

 

week 282 ~ don’t walk through the door

don’t walk through the door
not yet stay awhile
I’m not asking more

than this moment for
our dreams to beguile
don’t walk through the door

we’ve worlds to explore
wrapped up in a smile
I’m not asking more

tomorrow could soar
past trouble with style
don’t walk through the door

there’s no keeping score
when love is worthwhile
I’m not asking more

just hear me before
today turns the dial
don’t walk through the door
I’m not asking more

week 84 ~ if fractures don’t heal

if fractures don’t heal
they ache when it rains
and lies can’t conceal
forever the real
damage that remains
if fractures don’t heal

truth can not reveal
what no one explains
and lies can’t conceal
how anger can steal
the hope that sustains
if fractures don’t heal
there is no appeal

if silence constrains
and lies can’t conceal
how can we not feel
the chaos that reigns
if fractures don’t heal
and lies can’t conceal