Fuel the fire inside
Like a flea ridden air mattress
Nah- make them bed bugs
Bed bugs I say
Are you ok?
What is wrong with this poem?
Where are you going
1, 3, 5, 7
get your head in the game
wrap your brain around it
make it understood
make it make sense
nay – feel the shared experience
the connection
side to side
lets slip in slide
down this candyland, shoots and ladders
reel reel reel them in
one by one
hear they come
the gunshot sounds of angel trumpets blaring and white light shooting out of the end of your horn
horn
horn
think what you will
but I am not a pervert
perverted by your will
will skill fill bill
plague
identities
in the night
like the cats meow who has not come out of her shell for days upon days
plays
see some plays
foreay
where are you going
where are you roaming
up up up up
and to where will you be once you are up
whole and free
Whole and Free
Whole and Free dammit that is where this light longs to be
Feel the energy
Whole and free
We must always be
Whole and free
A personal melody
A personal melody
Will you play for me
Better yet – will you play with me
And we will make magic music that sings our songs of liberation, possibility, holy shit, intense, connections
With I could remember more
This lion mane is long
This fire will keep growing
Growing, growing, and growing
And one day
And not even one day
NOW
NOW
A confident force of creative resurgency will splatter paint on the walls of your Andy Warhol, Jackson Polluck dreams
And you will cry no more
Heart pains
Heart pains
Heart pains
I long for you
Whole I must be
Whole we are all
One
One
Unity
Celebrational feast where only love not rescue or security enter the space
Pause break pause
Finding community challenges
Energy
Flow
Flow
One
Son
Sons and daughters
Mothers and sisters
Lovers and belovedes
Fathers and daughters
Faughters and sons
Namaste
Namaste
Sing it loud
Sing it proud
play those drums in unison
lalalalalala
lalalalalla
