Ode To Revolutionaries, Protectors, and Movements

Some people mistake being embraced

For being erased

See the roots of the confusion

We make snap judgements

Have short attention spans

Trust too much of what we hear

Don't do enough research

Fear the unknown

Disrespect the scholars

Sometimes ignorance

And misunderstanding hurts

Love and understanding heal

Scratch the surface

Say and see how life feels

From other perspectives

Be reflective

Go halfway

Reach out your hand

Serve in ways that bring

New light and life

Into the human condition

Let the love of your life go

If she's not happy

Let it be

Everything that's mine

Comes back to me

Often from a different direction

Show love to those who need it

We all bleed

We all fight or flee

whatever it calls for to survive

We all want to thrive

Deadbeats and Welfare Queens

Are at most rare

At least fiction

What's this verse about

And where is it going

It's about knowing

Thoughts flowing like a waterfall

Mind quick out the stall

Fast off the block

Agile to adapt

If you feel me

Let me hear your hands clap

Let your fingers snap

Or just say Word!

Come see about me

Forget what you heard

From somebody else

What we speak into life

Is the next hand we're dealt

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The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy

Poetry Tree

I saw no birds grieve No fallen leaves No branches on the ground None made a sound It wasn’t rotten It didn’t die in a storm Capitalism came In its progress form To take one of my last Best refuges from me I may be the only one who noticed The death of my poetry tree.

Stargazing

Photo by Gustavo Spindula on Unsplash Sometimes I check my neck to see if it’s still Half red, half dirty and half um Andrew, I’m still gonna need some Help with that Math We live in an era where Before you even speak an opinion You might be attacked For what you have Or don’t How you look What you might say How you act Who you love Where you live That you give a damn about facts That you empathize with those cast As villains in the common narrative Or even that you don’t naturally fall in line Being of your own mind Self-educated Self meditated Spiritually in moments sublime I lay on my back & count the stars listening to For Now Thinking on philosophies that rhyme Alone & feeling fine.

Between The Rhymes

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