your empty words are not heavy
…they’re  hollow
it’s the hidden meanings that trip me
though your sharp words fail me
they may slice but can’t cut me
and if I were to fall
I’ll slip down your tongue
…hang off your lip
if you were to speak at all

the moon smiles at me
somewhat covered by dark clouds
mesmerises me.
11/5/2024

Answers are not found
by searching for them

They come from living them

the Ant has its place
along with the Spider

a Bee is understood
to be on its journey

a sister lost to man
man who misunderstands

a spiritual awakening
the female;  Queen

Can we live beside Evil,
Can't we just get along?
Can't we turn it a little
Using Music and Song?

Must we face it and name it,
Call it wrong to its face?
Must we risk our own comfort?
Can't we stay in our place?