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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