PASSION

PASSION

Passion

It speaks with fire,

Burning red, like spontaneous sex

from something said.

Music felt with romantic affectation

uninhibited movements of zealous celebration.

Controversy at its peak

Moral indignation being preached,

Treason, to logical reason

Or

Passion, in a flowering design

Devotion to the omnipotent divine

That answers every small request to be nurtured

By Mother Natures’ breast

Creating irrepressible resurrection.

Defining correction to imperfect perception.

Finding Grace in every space and mercy in its chosen place.

Appreciation of every breath is passion in its’ proper sense.

PASSION

Passion

It speaks with fire,

Burning red, like spontaneous sex

from something said.

Music felt with romantic affectation

uninhibited movements of zealous celebration.

Controversy at its peak

Moral indignation being preached,

Treason, to logical reason

Or

Passion, in a flowering design

Devotion to the omnipotent divine

That answers every small request to be nurtured

By Mother Natures’ breast

Creating irrepressible resurrection.

Defining correction to imperfect perception.

Finding Grace in every space and mercy in its chosen place.

Appreciation of every breath is passion in its’ proper sense.

see me

See me

See me in the fog

Of my bull.

Not in the dream of

Our first meet.

Love requisitions reciprocation,

In the kindest manner.

See me in the light,

Help me to forgive my shadows.

See me with an open eye.

How quick the dawn comes?

unimpressed with the night,

breeding another challenge

That will dismember Cupids’ purpose,

Supplementing one more day

The tragedy that could be us.

See me now

Or

 Leave me alone.

IF ALL LIVES MATTERED

If all lives mattered

The bend of a knee was not for prayer or protest,

but a weapon like the barking flesh-ripping dogs or

The water hoses used to put out the fires of unrest.

If all lives mattered why so grotesque

  the treatment of your captives

tortured, hung, despised,

Tried and convicted before any probable causes arrive.

The gangrene from humanity's reckless inhumanity stenches the air and insults the mind

of a people tired of being left behind.

Tired of living with PTSD from society's confounded anxieties.

 If all lives mattered,

Why was it taught to hate another’s color?

 the melting pot boiled a generational stew of

lies, and unrighteous indignation.

Unattended infections fester before healing, becoming

  septic,

 then deadly.