The Idle Bleeding Heart

I cannot help
But think
Of all the hurting
In the world,
My bleeding heart overflows,
My mind searches,
For solutions,
My hands for a task that may bring
A greater peace,
But I am left idle,
Unable to accommodate,
Unable to find a means,
Identify a way,
To use this vessel
To help heal the world,
My words will serve as record,
Of the hearts that bled,
That lives were not forgotten,
That many of those who did “nothing”,
Did not abandon cause,
They searched within their means,
And though made weary
never completely tired of fighting
The machine

Haymarket

I want a porcelain mug cup of coffee,
Or even make that tea,
To sit again in a plush chair
And discuss what this life means,
Let’s stroll through ways to save the world,
You know we both have the plans,
Let’s imagine we can solve it all,
With our poetic verse and hot drink in hand

Rains End

Unexpectedly
Rain clouds part, bringing sun rays,
Beams hope of rainbows,
Fog disperses, leaving misted
Blades, petals, skin, fresh with new

A breath is sighed,
Rejuvenated Mère Earth,
Again anointed,
Cleansed by her own tear water;
Creatures rejoice, and breathe deep