the world outside, below

from his chair he sees
the world
alive, below
the many places
where he used to
go.
now he sits as the
lights drive by
the people milling
about their
daily lives.
he thinks about what
he used to do
who he loved
who he knew.

okay

okay...
we have things to say
how do we say them
and what it is said
do we choose toxic
and hostile
or productive,
instead.

a powerful message
is more powerful
if sent
with a gentle approach
and no vitriol,
meant.

block and parry

block and parry.
carry and cash.
after all this toxic
nonsense,
comes the crash,
negative only
spawns negative,
more.
it is about doing positive
not just evening
the score.

in time

in time
we'd know
perhaps
we thought
in time we'd

grow,
perhaps
for naught.
if this is no
what were
we taught.

a bliss

every second, a lifetime

every lifetime

a moment

of

bliss

a

kiss

not

to

be

missed

honor

i honor you
for what
you do
why you do
and for
being
you.

you honor me
by
letting
m

e a part
of that which
beats inside
your  heart.

mlk

a man once had a dream
of peace and glory.
decades after he was
torn from this earth...
no peace
no glory.
if we want to honor
this hero of a man
why do we not

hear his message...
make his dream
come true
turn away from the engines
that
still rev on hate.
where is the love,
the world
cannot
wait.