Can you?

Can you cling

to a full stop? Reach

the conclusion

Find

the solution

and move on

Why not?

What stands between mind and complete thought?

Give it time. Even when you stop stirring the pot,

the stew takes a moment to settle

Your ideals, your ideas exist and

you have access to this

in each moment

Now thought. No

thought. New thought.

Now

fluid motion through

preconceived notions

Never getting caught up in the net

Think in pure open space

Stretch out into endless expanse and seek

freedom in immediate perception

Conceptions bleed out

speechless peace

heedless of limitation, needless

Be.

And in that stillness, see

all thought, equal and even,

spread like cloud cover, self-resolve

dissipate to reveal

your ability to feel thoughtfully

And think with empathy.

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: Every year was the grade I was in

until it wasn't anymore;

it was easy for me to know

we're special

because writing the date on my papers

turned my mind to what

my daily achievements meant;

K-12 public school

'99 to '12

'The Last Class'

we called ourselves

how many of us?

and joked about counting

down to the 'End of the World'

and then Once we

stopped class -

I was in Prob & Stats -

and as seniors we watched

seconds go

oh weren't we analog?

wholly tuned-in to the ticking

'End of the World'

as we knew it Then;

And laughed

when the Bell rang ~

--

@bykaileyann

#poetry #poem #freeverse #freeversepoetry #millennial #millennialauthors #author #poet #HEDERAREADS

I have blood on my hands.

My own blood. My own bones

Under this lonesome moon

our neighbour dies

and I feel relief.

Pain dies when we do

Under this heavy moon

a tulip unfurls,

one curled petal

of deafening white

When pain appears

relief reveals itself

I release myself of guilt

for not being okay

My responsibility remains

for the things that I say

and the actions I take

under this moon

which is always full

even when we don’t see the light

Tonight

we speak through pain

I try to comfort one

who has mourned far more

than I can conceive

but I grieve too

We all do

Only a true friend

will call just to remind me

that the heart breaks

Your words sink in

like healing light

and I rejoice

under the hidden moon

I always know

where my friends are

when they answer my call

but you do not know

the relief I feel

when you howl first

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#moon #poetry #poem #Canadianpoet #love #friendship

Step one. Start a fight

What might

be the end game though?

Do we still fight? With ourselves at night

Are your dreams still yours alone?

Own your time. Own your mind

and You will control

each outcome of every goal

You achieve

Freedom

in each moment, every time

Learn to make fire

Sure, learn to fight,

but not with your own heart,

use all of your might for what's right.

Freedom of choice, Freedom of voice

sure, of the many, but also the one

Not each an island

Stars amid constellation(s)

We speak with one another, never for

For those who are voiceless

We listen!

to the heartbeat below the pain

the marching feet through falling rain

the rolling trucks, the fragile rage, the muck

and FUCK WAR

No to soldiers on the ground. No

to property stolen, broken, torched

No Propo

Take a gander at the seamless sphere

SEE THE PEOPLE

here

and here

WE THE PEOPLE

Need no fence

No fence could keep friends from doing what they can

FREE FROM COERSION

Isn't this simple?

Yet explosions ring out

so We tell the tree that We

hear all who fall and We

stand tall

We see your war machine and We raise you HELL

And each

lights up the night

their OWN WAY

together all ways

that we desire

We build fire

with no sacrifice We never gave

Our peace

a driving tidal wave, nuclear

fusion

theoretically speaking

creates enough force to ignite stars

We are of the stars

Now live

for the love of all that is dear to You

and not until rest is due, will We die. We of dust and ashes

Rise.

survive and trust in adventure. Trust in time

It has never steered Me wrong

and the only way I know

to face down my enemies

is to find their glow, what holds them

What keeps them up at night?

Snuff out the darkness

Friends

speak in the light

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#peace #war #poetry #anthem #2022 #fight