Be Here Now

Be here now

Write our poetry on the wind

Pages on blank walls

Soul to soul on karmas breath

The words wind round your souls

like leaves falling at our feet

Be here now

Their love grows weak

As the night o’ertakes the day

We feed them with our smiles

And they blossom anew

Be here now

Sharing our mantras with the world

Free and flowing 

Tree to mountain top

Desert Rain

Every man a menace

Every woman a saint

Your thighs call to me

Like rain in the desert

We live for free as the fires

Burn along the saharah

The lizards seeking sanctuary

As they sing your praises

In unheard oratorios

Of love and sin 

Be Careful

Be Careful

If you

Don’t love

The pieces


You, then

They might 


Be put



Harriet Tubman On The Hilltops Of Heaven


Prayed as she tossed stones down

Into the valley of remembrance.

And each she offered with a prayer,

A word of blessing to each name

Written one by one on each stone.


To those both named and unnamed,

The mild and the strong,

The wretched and the saints.

To each life ripped away by hatred

Those who empowered

Those who oppressed

Everyone who hid behind walls

Those who stood to be counted

Those who were beaten down.

Those who saw their own death

Written in front of their eyes

On burning crosses

Spread across Mother Earths bosom.

Who saw their children’s souls ascend and

Cried the tears of Virgin Mary.

Those who at the moment of death

Saw their own fate reflected

In the futures of their children.

Those whose lives were filled with fear,

Those who heard unforgotten words of hate

In their dead ears for centuries.

Those who touched the sky,

Those who could barely crawl,

Those killed because they ran,

Those hung from trees,

Those dragged into the earth,

Those whose wounds bled for generations.

Those who believed blindly,

Those who suffered the lies in silence,

And those who knew a lie for a lie

And died trying to teach.


When she ran out of stones

Her cry was heard throughout the universe

For there were so many more names than stones



This is a brilliant article about how many Trump has offended by his racist misogynist fascist diatribes and totally without any apology. but then, how or why would one expect it?  To TRULY apologize, it is, as I understand it, an act based upon a sympathetic feeling and a feeling of true remorse. He isn’t capable of such feelings. That is one of the key signals for a psychotic, the total inability to understand or appreciate the consequences of one’s actions. It is also one of the characteristics for fascists as well. At any rate, do read this article,, and feel free to leave me feedback.




An Open Letter to Donald Trump: I Reject Your Apology. Here’s Why.


He clicks his tounge behind his teeth
Says it sounds like a cricket

He has no idea what a cricket sounds like

He has yet to hear one

But his radiant smile

And giggle as he starts down the slide

Sun turning his blonde hair white

The gentle wave, just fingers 

As his laughter follows him from the 

Top of the slide

To my arms waiting at the bottom

All wrapped up in a smile better 

Than any Christmas present

I want to tell him I’m his daddy

I want to keep him safe from harm

I want to keep that Christmas present smile

But he can’t see me

He can’t hear me

My voice merely falls lifeless

From my world to his. 

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