I've seen other parts of the world in my dreams
Times when my soul has roamed the earth
Free of the mortal coil
And seen
Seas of homes made of cardboard
Or less
And places where water
Is unclean,
And the price is too high
For it to be otherwise
And here we sit
A world away
Arguing philosophically
Over suffering
Like arrogant children
Saying that it's a choice
And sit high
And mighty
In the basement
Of a warm café
On a cold night
While compassionless
Ignorant bores
Argue over puritanical arguments
On the Mayflower
200 years ago
as if there were ANY
relevance to the suffering
of today…
“who the 7#@& cares!”
and I am asked to leave
so I do.
My philosophy is that
I can't give up
Trying to reach
The soft spot
To trigger
Humanity
In the souls
Who cross my path
And the Divine
Whispers to my soul
“Don't be concerned
with those you don't reach
only with the ones you do.”
And I sighed because
I had heard the words before.
Then my Beloved reminded me
That it was no effort at all
For me to reach the woman
On Solstice day,
Than a poem,
And brought light
To another human being's world
With no effort at all…
And so it did.
As I walk
Alone, cold
In the dark
With a migraine
As my companion
Suffering
In the streets
Of Denver.
While worlds away
Others do the same
With less
Than I,
who have love and hope.
