and all the joy and the anguish of being alive ~
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store your hopes and dreams | shooting stars and giant redwoods |
in a bigger jar
tomorrow she's travelin' | to the trees to tell her | something 'bout next year | her heart hurts to see | images of relatives | unburied and frozen | spirits gone on home after | the merciless massacre
don't know how many | tears I can shed like this rain | that would be enough | to show you my sorrow | it will never be enough
I am my own tree | come from a tall and strong stand | not felled easily
billowy clouds | of corn masa mixed just right | grandmothers guiding |
first time hands spreading manna | from the heaven that formed us
she red dust in hand
blows it outward towards the sun
which refuses to shine
she a petite sorcerous
knows how to guide the wind
her heart fragile | because she despises hate | hurts for all humans
joy to the world | cease fire has come | all's quiet on the war front
from the darkness | a slight smile in the sky | she searches for the light
love has no color | but there's a kind of magic | we love who we love
what divides us | not just a stretch of blue | those 90 miles |
an abyss filled with stories | love and loss deep emotions
days get longer still | winter continues its dance | Spring's along way off
night throated train | singing down those cold tracks | reminds her she's alone
solstice longest night | days wax until they are long | again seasons change
a scratch the new moon | a slight shadow of itself | this winter solstice | as the year's shortest day | melts into the longest night
wind whipped mercilessly | with rain against windows | the people stayed home
she thinks of your lips | chafed from kissing her too much | makes her body blush
in amongst the trees | she hides secrets from prying | walls that have ears | like eyes that do not see | she's what they want her to be
river rushed in wide | races to reach overflow | its banks can not hold |
its force back to normal | after the bitter drought
abracadabra | my words have power | to create what I speak
wind is relentless | it speaks all through the night | tells of the coming |
solstice with its long night | while we rejoice the seasons
the storm's wet mouth | will not swallow us whole no | it brings relief |
from the dreaded drought that burns | that turns fields into dust storms
that young woman | in the photograph's a ghost | of who she once was | she is not her she's someone | whose lived many lives since then
she is in a dream | or just waking up from one | long ago one |
looks towards future sleepy eyed | in that instant a world changed
if it is wrong | for me to love you let me be | on the right path
the wind has claws and teeth |tries to shred up the roof | off of my house
let her love you | the way she wants to | with all her heart and soul
you wish that you'd met | again on this life's road | at least to say good-bye
we begin as seeds | sprout wild fly fast into being | unruffled our beauty | untangled innocence | mature into wisdom
full cold moon | your eye rimmedwith tears and shame | on what they have done
we witness | that without justice | there can be no peace
without justice | there can be no peace | no justice no peace
when we must raise our children | to be murdered anytime |
on these mean streets | by those whom we pay to protect us |
there is no justice | no justice
no peace
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