“What are the Odd’s?”
It’s not fodder
Don’t listen to the old tapes
It’s time to scrape them out
Once the [blue] spot is spotted
Get out the broom before
The loon’s set in
To tell their opinion
Spinning, Spinning to circle back
To old tapes, new vibe
If you let them
“But what if they world was different?”
“How do we set our imaginations to see?”
Can we follow the bees
To the hive where the secrets are kept?
Have you slept through the lessons
Of Science? The price of their lives
Is ours and vice versa.
Water the people so they will know.
Fire, wind, rain, [drought]
Time to search the clouds
While the drains are full
Of superficial plastic
That is elastic to breakdown our world
Medical pavement, you are transformed
By the wonder to explain miracles
“How do we hold the dichotomy in our hand?”
Turn to the mystics, to the trees, and the good book
It’s time to look with new fresh eyes
Ignore the lies or compromise
I say neither.
Respond to the underlying root emergency
And other problems no longer hold power.
Power to the people who listen and abide
For the action is louder
Stronger to the truth of a solution of impact.
When the loons return
The truth is the shield
So that work, true work, is not hindered
“Tell Annabelle we are in.”
Our numbers grow
And hope is on the way.
When you sit in the speed of trees,
Are you hearing the frequency?
Have your feet hit the pavement?
I hope your shoes last long
Know where North is and be your own compass
Turn left on a whim?
Don’t bolt out the cosmos
She’ll help you if you let her
She’ll pick a man and change him
Nothing he does will make sense
But don’t be dense to the fact
They will lead the course of change
And teach you in the rain
Trenches wet with mud
Families bound once again
There is no end.
How we deal with trash
Will effect our planet’s health
And with stealth, we help our own.
