Cease Fire !!!

Cease fire 

Oh 

Thank God !!

Decide not to shoot 

     Each other 

Any more

Just -

Decide that 

Make up your 

Mind 

To it !

And while you're at it 

Don't change your mind 

Again -

Ever !

I've had enough 

I am old enough 

To realize 

That patience 

And tolerance 

Are necessary 

In this life 

In this coffee place 

The baby starts to fuss 

So the mom begins 

To breast feed 

Right here 

Right now 

It's what we all need 

Food 

Shelter 

And some 

     Fun 

Breast feeding in public 

Omg

In my growing up world 

This would NEVER 

have happened! 

We were bottle fed 

On 

Corn syrup

And 

Canned milk 

Omg 

No wonder the older 

Sister died 

     At one year old 

And I have a few problems 

     With health

So now we know 

The baby needs 

That food 

We can change 

We can learn 

We can grow

The world needs 

To stop fighting 

To stop "greeding"

And to make sure 

We all

Have 

Food -

Shelter -

And 

Some 

Fun. 

Greetings

Peace and hope 

Freedom and wonder 

We have so little time

Left 

Let's not waste it fighting 

Let us realize 

What's important 

Let us 

Take care of 

One another 

No way to do this 

But 

To raise our own 

     Consciousness 

Each and 

     Everyone 

We are the vibe 

We find 

Inside 

Our connection 

With 

For free -

Our own -

Just like everyone dances 

Their own 

Tango 

So 

Do we all know -

We know it when we see it

And feel it 

When 

We meet 

     ourselves 

Within

Human

There is this guy
Has a utube channel
All about his life
God bless 'em -
And now his mail-order wife
God bless 'em -
My best friend and neighbor
Was and is such a bride
I do not fault her -
To do anything to get out of
That poverty
And out of that way
That they treat women -
To come to these United States
To be treated like a human
Anything
To get out of that poverty
And hunger
The guys can think that
It's true love
And it is -
Love of freedom
Freedom from fear
And want
And hunger

Have a child or two and be safe
And warm and dry
And have food
And be treated like
A human being
Yes
It's love
Take it for what it is
It's love -
For immigration
For papers
For food

This is no small thing

We do what we must 

To survive 

Even -

Put up with 

You

And the dude 

Believes in love 

In the fantasy 

He is not bad 

He is just sad 

And a little 

     Lonesome 

God give us strength 

Everyone 

hats

Hats

Here we all are

In spinning space 

If we just stop a moment and

Reflect

     A moment -

We can then reach 

Some sense of connection 

With

That bit of contact

Is precious 

And well worth giving up 

A bit of rushing about -

     For it 

We haven't got 

That much longer to find 

This joyfulness - 

Within 

Secret is -

It belongs to us 

As our right 

     - Bought by 

Being here 

They may tell you 

It isn't yours 

And belongs to someone 

     Else 

(They most surely will) 

They will make rules and schools 

 - And add robes 

     And hats 

Have you noticed that

It's always hats -

Hats for this 

And hats for that -

It seems they fight wars 

About 

Who wears which hat

Or cap, or scarf -

Just so

Who can wear what 

And when 

Upon their head

Or cut their hair or not 

Or beard or 

Lamb chops 

Sideburns

Or not

Why is it anybody's business 

But ours ?

I wonder 

This spinning ball 

We rest upon 

Will probably not be disturbed

By headwear

This corner of the galaxy may 

Get along quite nicely 

Without 

Knowing about 

The headgear perched upon

The puny 

Human

God bless us

God Bless Us Everyone

Sitting here 

Waiting for blood 

To be drawn 

I've been dizzy for 

     A week -

Dizzy broad !

Feeling very sorry 

For myself -

When -

In the waiting room 

The conversation begins 

With a gent 

Who's been diagnosed 

With 

Cancer !

Oh good God -

The question comes -

Why do you do this 

To us ?

- An all powerful God 

Could just as easily 

Mandate! 

No Suffering, No Pain -

And 

Enough stuff 

For all 

Of us -

Simple 

When u 

Sit on clouds 

All day,

Wave one finger

And galaxies spring 

Into being 

It is a lesson in letting 

Go -

Some say 

-this could just as easily 

     Have

     been mandated by 

     the flick of the cosmic 

Fingernail-

Are we beneath 

Notice ?

God's own son 

Had to suffer 

So !

(Little birds and lilies 

Of the field 

Have every hair 

Numbered!)

(And they toil not -

Neither do they reap!)

I give up 

I don't know 

And yet still 

Here we sit

Still -

On the horns 

Of the dilemma 

Maybe that's why the ancients 

Worshiped Bulls -

Two good horns 

To sit upon -

I doubt it helped much 

But probably better than 

Believing in absolutely 

Nothing -

At all