Rear View Slay

Psychedelic prints

Psychedelic prints
Diplomatic hints
Rewind to the late 60s early 70s
A change is gonna come
Not talking bout a revolution
But insinuating an evolution

We're not saying Right On sister
We're not saying What's happening brother
But perhaps now we're really thinking about
looking deeply into each others' eyes
And witnessing our same ancestors' cries
Maybe then we won't be so quick to judge and despise
But hug and embrace each other with a quickness instead

Maybe we'll truly feel each other, and not
just use that as a catch phrase
Maybe our auras will embrace 
for a multitude of means and wondrous ways
Perhaps second, third, and fourth thoughts will be given
Could, would, should I take that course of action
Won't it have an equally oppositional detrimental reaction?

Should I treat that brother like the king that he is...

Rear View Slay

Time to slay the alphabet a bit
Concentrating on the right border
Writing a peace piece to uplift the spirit
Ending each line in alphabetical order

More rainy days than sunny days, and it's way past April 
Like the weather isn't sure how it's supposed to be
Me and the weather, we've got something in common
Shrugging shoulders slighting bright days for dreary
 
Life's uncertainty has left me ill at ease
Not sure of how to feel
I try to look behind the clouds to gaze
at the sun, but the rays are too veiled to heal
 
Gray skies cause dreary days to idle
Will showers sorely saturate July?
June behaved like sunshine was a secret to be kept
Will this month further prove that summer is a lie?
 
Disappointed, I decided to set my sights upon the moon
It's muted light illuminate...

Enough

Enough   

Enough to make 
a soul cry
a fear die
a hope nigh
Enough to make a difference
You're enough
Enough to make the world take notice
So they will see
that you're one of a kind
Inherently
And I say these things to you
because I make a difference too
I'm enough
Enough to make
a new way
a turnabout into fair play
a revolutionary day
We're enough
Enough to make a difference
Enough

Hope of Spring

Hope is but a bud
It has yet to bloom
But at least it's peeking out
through an air hole in it's wintry tomb

Golden brilliant sun shines
Warming the nesting leaves yet pale
Taking the chill off the greenhouse
Vibrancy is on the horizon, hope shall prevail

Here comes the rain
An elixir quenching life's thirst
Storms are full of new lessons to be learned
Hope still springs eternal, life streams are not rehearsed

The birds believe in early to rise
They sing that it's time to start the day
Melodic symphony coerces me to conduct myself in kind
Singing sweetened notes resounding that hope is on it's way

Hope is at the root of it all
Began to form within the seed
Hope was there from the beginning
And it the end, it will blossom everything we need