Bee the Change

The challenge, if you understand my meaning,
Is to support all life, because we
Have endangered it through our greed
And I hear you say, “What’s the loss of a few
Small bugs that sting you anyway?”
But you forget they create our good
They are from the Land of Milk and Honey
They create the sweet life for us
They are the base of our house of cards
Do you see it? Can you know it?
Once they are gone, we all fall down.
So get on the bandwagon, my friend!
Bee the change! Don’t let the poison factories
Force the farmers into the murder of our lives
.Get in line! Get healthy! Bee the change!

Archipelago

The archipelago stretches from here to there
The waves swallow them in intervals
The wind wraps a breathy snake around
As it knits them together
One by one, like the spine of a great leviathan
They arch out of the ocean as if
Giving homage to the sun.

Compassion

Delicately put, each person is responsible
For conquering his limits, for accepting
Whatever good can come of a life
For focusing not on what is in his life
Rather, bringing a bright note
Into the tunes of life around him.
For when someone is melancholy
It behooves us to become his umbrella
Just as others create sunshine for us,
Together, we walk forward, secure, confident,
Because the Creator has been there for us.

Whistle

I can whistle when the sun comes up
And touch each vibrant ray
I can blink away the brightness then
I know I’m here to stay
For my story is a monument
To those I love so dear
I shall ne’er forsake my loved ones
Even when I shed a tear.
The night is over, over,
Our hands clasp tight in honor
And we have survived the eagle’s flight
Our steps move one by one
We shall share the ring of voices, yes,
The light of love comes back
Our fight is done.

Grand Design

Holy relics, markers in space and time
By which we catalogue life and lives
History some call it, other the future
The grand design divided by the union
Of harmony as it reflects great joy
Of peace, where all ‘waken in serenity
Of giving, so all needs are met
Each person takes steps at his own rate
But sooner or later, all will have to agree
Or be forfeit once the grand design reigns free.

Pioneers

The finite line from A to B
Is outside the box if we can see
The ‘luminating rhythm
Beside each vision truly shown
Where the fantasy degrades into the sultry
Tangles and thorns along one’s journey
Rubbing blisters and creating vacant looks
That twist and turn into the rubble
Of a cabin long forgotten in place and upkeep
Until we finally ask, “Where?”
Followed by raucous laughter that stings
The sense of dignity belonging to the pioneers.