They call us trouble rabble in the streets throwing things they call rebellion 'rioting' to make us seem senseless they use language to diminish the weight of poverty, of excess, of carelessness, of the saturation of uncaring that has seeped deeply into our systems that has leeched into the world's water supply spreading poisonously from … Continue reading Everywhere there’s trouble
No one questions the clouds for their constant drifting, they come together and fall apart over and over, they are asked, at times to stop their cycle and, at times, they disappear I'd like to think they are always forgiven.
Haven't soaked up quite enough saltwater yet There are miles more to wander So many oceans left to taste It is not so terrible to be dry.
We're dangling here the rope is threadbare markets crash smog thickens jobs disappear but there is oh, so much work left to be done the joyous work of building and growing and singing and laughing and dancing and finally finally seeing. Just let go if we all just let go of the old we'd see … Continue reading But it really is the end of the line