The things
That I’ve
Always sought
Are the
Things unspoken
Those tiny
Quiet muttering
Perhaps a
Mew or
A sigh
It’s in
Your silence
I know
You best
Category: Creativity
Trees
Standing in
A forest
Ax in
Hand I
Wonder how
To chop
A tree
Stopping and
Listening I
Realize that
Somethings are
Simple and
Better being
What they
Are rather
Than what
I want
Them to
Be in
My selfish
Little world
GeorgeFloyd II (rip)
We’re born
With ways
Left right
Boy girl
Then we
Learn things
Right wrong
Respect denial
Knowledge ignorance
Then we
Accept things
Love hate
Life death
What we
Don’t get
However is
Brutality power
Disgust cowardice
Those things
Shield us
From ourselves
Because we
Won’t accept
The others
GeorgeFloyd
And there
He pleaded
And his
Tormentors with
Their power
Continued to
Flog and flail
Him and
At their
Hand he
Died have
We not
Yet discovered
The fragility
Of life
And why
Oh why
Must the
Lowly be
Trodden upon
Christ died
For us
Isn’t that
Yet enough
Fluke (to Carlos)
It was
There that
I placed
My hat
And it
Was that
Which caught
My attention
It also
Was an
Error a
Misnomer and
A mirage
A fluke
