Language, an art, a path
to enjoyment, to emotions,
to inform, or inflame and
divide.

A path toward truth,
education, and inspiration,
or conspiracies improbably
evil.

But evil is not sourced
by the words themselves,
it is rather in the hearts
resonating.

Resonating and feeding
the division, and the passion,
and the hate of weak, closed
minds.

All for power, and wealth,
like preacher’s of the word,
some pluck strings, certain of
resonance.

The resonance of hate
amplified, instead of reason,
understanding, and
compassion.

Those who reason, those
who know the truth
must expose purveyors of
lies.

It is an existential battle
of ideas, and language
is the ammunition of
war.

Words are ideas, having
immense power… let us
pray the language of truth
prevails.

If there’s a place to walk
in a city, where people
desire to stroll, and see
other people, and there
is music in the air, and
smells of chocolate and waffles
there’s a Kilwins
or a cousin of such
a shop, selling overpriced
ice cream and fudge.

But it is capital, and
calls to people to
complete their evening
and say to each other
Isn’t this nice!
Summer evenings
with old sidewalks
and older storefronts
The shops ubiquitous as
Main streets in downtowns.

Everyone thinking
this is the life,
as they breath in
the nostalgia of
mainstreet USA,
as we wish it to be,
where everyone feels
alive, and even visitors
feel a part of a community,
if only for an evening.

I hope it rains all day.
Let the world cry
for the mess we are
making of everything.

It should rain all day,
not just here but everywhere.
For sunshine washes
nothing away.

Let it rain all day,
until the seas are filled
until the world is refreshed
and there is something new.

When it rains all day,
we will sleep.
Dreaming we were better
than we really were.

And after this all day rain,
someone will remember
we are as temporary
as these flowers of spring.

but be assured of occurrence
and recurrentness of the theme
In legacy of gravity for which
we cannot explain.

In the attraction of time to
space, and persistent electrons
finding a way to a lower energy
we cannot explain.

However, today is a blessing
of existence and a smile is
a smile of persistence, this
we certainly can explain.

Our bodies, are vessels of our souls
holding the essence of our existence

It is the things we seek which determine
our destination and guide our journey.

Those who surprise us along the way
define the contours of our spirit.

Our intellect and energy will drive us
toward our freedom and beliefs.

Our brains are the organ of the mind
holding memories and aspirations.

And yet it is the collective experiences
shared which bring us to love and joy.

I love this word, it is like a remnant of the past,
it explodes on the scene but never seems to last,
an application of spirit and energy and even dare
I say muscle and intellect, something now so rare.
As I climb the steps of my imagination now slow,
it once was quick, two or more, certain I’d know,
where I was going and what would be at the top,
never realizing I’d find beyond this a long drop
into a far less vigorous state, where I’d sit thinking
what I’d not give to avoid the feel of energy sinking.

They are passion, they are
the future and they lie still
when they must, they lie
in wait, not to satiate their
appetite but to destroy it.

Waiting until they see it as
their turn, their time.
Lionesses formidable moving
with power sleek toward a future,
a kill, a pride of coordinated capability.

Woe is the world who so
believe it is the old lion who
rules and leads, for he is
given honor, only so long as
he may serve their needs.

He roars and makes noise,
but is nothing without them.
In his stone heart, he knows, a lioness
will one day lead, and with her sisters
they will crush their hunger with a
ferociousness never before seen.

The past we survived, with quiver and bow.
The future our arrow, destined to future’s end.
The now our bow and careful aim,
—————————and all that matters ➡
Is making the most of the moment.