Poems
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes
Blind as I may be,
I still can feel you,
I still can hear you,
I still can love you,
Despite my race!
When I close my eyes
Blind as I may be,
I know I'm here
With my feelings,
Having a face
Despite my race!
When I close my eyes
Blind as I may be,
It's still you and me
And love having tea,
Speaking poetry
Despite my race!
When I close my eyes
Blind as I may be,
There's nothing I won't do
To keep the dream awake
As real as we can feel,
Despite my race!
When I close my eyes
Blind as I may be,
It is still you and me,
Embraced in eternity
For you give me life,
And now I can see!
R E V E N G E
Encompassing the Compass…
Mothering the Mothers…
Preaching the Preachers…
Teaching the Teachers…
Greeting the Greeter…
Minding the Mind…
Energizing the Energy…
Fighting the Fighters…
Guarding the Guardians…
Policing the Police…
Hunting the Hunter…
Hating the Haters…
Cleaning the Cleaners…
Tailoring the Tailors…
Playing the Player….
Dancing the Dancer….
Lighting the Light…
Mining the Miners…
Wrestling the Wrestlers…
Doctoring the Doctors…
Nursing the Nurses…
Directing the Directors…
Scanning the Scanners…
Icing the Ice…
Conning the Conmen …
Lobbying the Lobbyists…
Leading the Leaders…
Texting the Text…
Etc., and so on!
C R A Z Y
No doubt about It !
Those crazy feelings,
Those crazy thoughts,
Those crazy ideas,
What's in a name?
How crazy is it like
To be behind a mike
And be YOU or vice-versa,
Within the circle of Life?
Like those implicit biases
Affecting all of our
Behavioral Phenomena
Folding and unfolding
Our thoughts and feelings
In a true Origami manner
The fruits of the land
We can own and enjoy
But the land is not ours!
We can rent or lease it;
We can help its growing food;
We can share its aroma;;
We can nurture its fauna
We can share with the species
Its abounding beauty,
Without getting crazy
And claim its ownership
For, we cannot own the Globe!
Not by us, not the other species
Offering congeniality…
Which humans are yet to learn
How to share in peace
Or natural desires that feed
Our creativity and talents
To be herd with others
For, the land would outlive us
And then, WHAT?
E.S.P.-On Whims
Editing: Ileana Matac Arco
Hollywood, California
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by Ray Arco 8/7/2019 |
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