Hold That Thought
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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~ a Millennialism
: 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
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Under this moon
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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Win a Fight
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