Editing - rough draft
As tribalism reactionary rhetoric
new meaning and outrage
take center stage in a cultural divide
interpretation becomes key
if you’re trying to effectively
get a point across to the other side
Take for example offensive as in offense
ponder the meaning of this
is it opportunity for advantage
striving for the upper hand in a game
or angst-inducing like a swearword
a hateful or demeaning diss
Less
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
One impression that I was left with
From my years spent in this world
Was all of the ways
It desperately needed me to be
Less
Feel less
Feel pain less
Fear less
Grieve less
Show us your suffering less
Be quieter
Smaller
More cautious
More careful
Don’t aim so high
Don’t set your hopes so high
Don’t reach for such big things
Don’t sing with all of your might
All this music in the background
placating my tender ears.
Lace my feelings with a drop of of thunder
and again with saddened tears.
My furtive motives are'nt grounded.
They take flight from ear to ear.
They hear and feel things, far within.
Sounds that ring so loud and clear.
Take me far into the midnight,
waft away in colored balloons.
Let me run through fields of tulips,
join my voice with choral strains.
Every sound is so enchanting.
Won't you come and sing with me!
Love in spring season
Prettier than all others
Vibrantly alive
So giddy within
Teeming delight more blissful
Rejoicing splendor
Enthralled by its bloom
Curious yet Courageous
Spring is eternal
He never saw me coming
He's the best there is
He didn't worry about me
He thinks he's got this
He sees the underdog as a
Contender, not a competitor
He has the fan base and power
I'm just the rookie at the door
But while he enjoys the fame
And takes a merry little vacation
He seems to have forgotten his
Greatest weakness is underestimation
Because I'm shattering ideas
Knocking the door off its hinges
I'm clawing my way to the top
While he looks at me and cringes
Thanks for confirming you can’t be taken seriously
with the latest inanity
pseudo-shock and vanity
buttressing what we already knew
when there’s nothing new
dystopia carries the day
Say will some it’s wrought independently
thoughts laid down so artfully
calculated or thrown together
it matters little
an original piece or not
disturbing the peace has a certain cachet
This garden is empty
But, above me is plenty.
I care in this chair
As I look at the stars
But, it’s hard to tell them apart!
It’s a heart-breaking thought
To know some are dead.
That thought goes around in my head.
Because they are so far away.
Back in the day, the light left them.
It eventually reached us
Before they sadly decayed.
We are all made from stardust
So, when the stars died
We all came into being
Which gave us the gift of seeing.
We live and all know we’ll die.
He wrote his best blues song in the rain
as the tremblin' rumblin' thunder
ripped his beatin' heart, made it sunder
like a crack in the earth
his last dime with no worth
like a broke pitied fool
drownin' in a deep pool
of an achin'
mistaken
love that's gone cruel
and that man ain't gonna try no more
he's been beaten
by her cheatin'
wretched and poor
and cut to the core.
He sang his best blues in the rain.
Spring rays surprise the land
Releasing the grip of winters hand
Flower once asleep now bloom
Releasing us from the cold days gloom
Birds are heard singing above
Encouraging us to laugh and love
The Spring colors of the new day
Permits us to run and play
We can rejoice during this time of mirth
To appreciate the beauty of the earth
To watch our children laugh and sing
We thank our Lord for the new Spring
From the womb of the great one
came Jupiter's darling!
Out of the midst of its gaseous realm.
Moving so slowly into a new orbit
cascading through space,
closer to the warmth of the Sun.
A new and refreshing kind of relationship,
as the moon is betrothed to the innocent one.
Desolate she swoops down to minister,
to the needs of the azure and emerald one.
falling into time, celestial glory to be won!
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