July Senryū
to say I'm leaving | when destination's unknown | takes lots of courage
paintbrushes bloom | in a prairie kissing sky | on fire
latch onto words | that lie crumpled in corners | raise them from the dead
a day of mourning | for all those that were taken | for all that seems lost
no greater loss | a mother losing a child | our worst nightmare
we want to belong | acknowledged and loved | even in our solitude
rubber bullets then | become lead piercing thick skin | death by lethal hate
they appointed stones | imbued them with their power | to represent them
if time stands still | and it's not the end of days | then what follows?
her larkspur a deep blue sea | a feast for the eyes | a tide of July
oh blackberry moon | of middle summer | bless us with full blooms
borders | lines drawn in sand and in words | cuts that leave deep scars
las fronteras | líneas dibujadas en la arena y en palabras | cortes que dejan cicatrices profundas
sometimes trying | too hard to win that brass ring | better to just live
meditating | on those things that can be changed | what love gives rise to
life's emotions | and the stillness of no | attachments
our elder's memories | remind us to remember | to pass them along
words have the power | to sink or save a nation | use with care
blood type required | truly strong and unafraid | for a love mission ♥
everyone's land | is to be respected | is owned by no one
people are not fooled | they vote with their hearts and then | the lie becomes truth
we come to the drum | humbled for we know beauty | we crave the power
c/s
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