Revolution

The way you think
For yourself
Un-accepting
Of the bullshit
Absence of justice
Raising your voice
In opposition
Spreading the word
Keeping it alive
Not giving up and
Seeing past
Hopelessness
Taking
Action!
Whenever and however
You can
When you bring about
Change of consciousness
You are the revolution
 
Luvbeingadyke
 
 

Morning Has Broken

Music that fraction too loud
Drowning my thoughts
One more thing
To add to the whirlpool of a morning
Money lost
Lost where?
I put it there, I did!
The text
Ok see ya next time I guess
What!
Did I hear the first message?
No
Was there a second attempt?
No
A call?
No
Money lost, people lost
Watch the time
Don’t lose that too
Need to pick up a coffee
Is this a good idea?
Caffeine and stress
A marriage made in hell
A calming presence
Happens upon an alcove of respite
Big old leather chairs, soft lighting
I begin to exhale
           And write

                   Luvbeingadyke

Heat   (haiku)

Frangipani heat

bohemian lush and wild

nude of pretence; lust

              Luvbeingadyke

Titanic Dreaming (senryu)

Eyes closed arms spread out 

Wind, spray of water, imagine… 

It’s the ferry home

              Luvbeingadyke

The River

Dawn has broken
and the river wakes
mist hovers above the water as if sleepily exhaling
the peaceful force of the incoming tide
pushes the night further and further away from view
a whisper of a crisp air
spreads a  light blush of pink across my face
I breath in the moment
hearing the sound of water gently rolling
the warmth of the morning sun dancing across the river
my senses never more alive
I commit to memory the feeling
of complete freedom
void of human expectations
money could never buy
no factory could ever produce
the feeling of being part of a universal whole
the sensory connection with
air, water, land and sun
this is living.

                      Luvbeingadyke

That Moment

That  moment
the truth is known
the hurt cannot find expression
in words or tears
filling my being
the hurt leaches out of my pores
dismissed, disposed, discarded
the words scaring my body in self harm
but there is no relief 
only more pain
I came with open heart and gratitude
not seeing their masks
I brought the beans
I left unknowing I never existed
I have little in common with these people
so why should I care?
          because they’re family

Luvbeingadyke

Summer Days (haiku)

Shade of mango tree
and a welcome light breeze is
lazy summer days

Luvbeingadyke

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Rain

Overcast
clock ticking
rain dripping
birds nestled under the leaves
calling to one another
I’m here, I’m safe
 
wet lush and green
the rain nourishes and heals
subtly commanding reverence
movement and mood naturally adjusts
why do we keep insisting
we have the power

Luvbeingadyke

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