Friday, June 24, 2016

Quiet Spaces







When I know someone suffers
My eyes get wet
When I see a wrong
I need to try to make it right

When a good line crosses my mind
I need to write
I'd rather love than fight
And for the first time in my life
I'm fine alone
I'm in my zone

All of my mind
That's mine to control
Feels sublime
Most of the time

I don't seek my worth
In anyone else's eyes
My soul flies
And my dreams travel
Nothing unravels
That shouldn't
If I could die tonight
I wouldn't

I want to live
To see the final sunset
Remember all the people I've met
Feel regrets become fond memories
Feel comfort grow out of dis-ease
Feed my brain
To ease chronic pain

Crazy enough to survive
Grateful to be alive
Especially in the turbulent moments
If you want to know about me
Listen to how I speak
Feel my heartbeat
I think you'll find peace
Enough even for you
I am life, love, and truth
At least that's what I intend


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The God Hour, Rainbows, and Reunions













If a promised land had terrorists, gangsters, and klansmen,
If it had powerful, greedy, land-grabbing war profiteers,
If its God had armies that murdered old ladies and babies,
Or called on servants to kill, maim, and massacre
Caused disasters just to teach us lessons,
Made us believe we earn our punishments and our blessings,
Or waged war about things we were forced into confessing,
Allowed the poor to be exploited or enslaved,
Live and die in that condition without being saved, 
If we engineered shock and awe invasions that leave former allies hiding in caves,
If suspects were physically and psychologically tortured,
Told that if they don't convince us that we are safe,
Their wives, and mothers, and daughters get raped.
If after mass shootings took hundreds of innocents
The banning of assault rifles still didn't make any sense,
If the poor and homeless were shunned and the rich built fences,
If militant business negotiating made those affected inappropriately intense
And we imagine ourselves liberators instead of invaders,
If we sold weapons to our past, present, and future threats,
Raised the economy high above the environment
When going in debt was the only way we could pay rent,
We were called freeloaders because we didn't like the way our money was spent.
Could we unite nonviolently to advance political revolution?
Forgive and speak peacefully while still demanding retribution?
Speak up? Speak out? Rise together after finding some solutions?
Really look reality straight in the eyes?
Leave the table with mutually agreeable compromise,
Knowing for sure change can be realized,
Like a digital age upgrade of our operating system,
Where we love our enemies and carefully listen?
Maybe the weak become leaders instead of just victims.
Heaven as a democracy arrives here on earth.
Everyone treated like the God they're worth.
No Kings and no crowns just one big expanding
multipurpose multifunction Universe.
Aware we are free,
And that WE the collective has always been ME.


By Deven A, Kennedy, and Ron Kennedy