There will be moments
of helpless fearing,
gut tearing,
soul sharing.
Keep going.
Rise.

Let faults
become feats.
Let setbacks become
comebacks.
Let tears of pain
become tears of joy.
Rise.

Raise your face to the sky
and be knowing faith
in yourself
in your path
in your humble hopes.
Rise.

Rise and become.
Rise and embrace.
Rise and discover
The true future within you.
Rise.

Rise like the sun
challenging the night.
Rise like a fist
that fuels the fight.
Rise like a windstorm
and show us your might.

Rise.

Rise.

All Rise.

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So this is what leaves shivery patches
across my minds dark places
certain any moment
that I am about to slip.

So this is frozen.

So this is what frozen feels like. |
This longing for sleep
This cold un-affectionate creep
that lingers within my bones.

So this is frozen.

So this is what frozen feels like.
This lassitude from dreaming
This cold and unfeeling
thing that makes me doubt.

So this is frozen.

I hear the mockingbird
just wants to be understood.
He could also use a cell phone.

I hear the pig is vastly annoyed
by having his home called pigsty.
He cleans it twice a week, whether it needs it
or not.

Robin wants to change his name.
The blackbird wants affirmative action.
and do not get me started on the Cuckoo
He’s just nuts about Martha Stewart.

There is no great epiphany
no startling knock upon the head
no stumble into stop
no thunderclap or lightening bolt.

There is no secret
no recipe card
no super power
no special talent to be discovered.

They are only three simple words
that make life more bearable
make dreams more share-able.
I love you.

the dark waltz into puddle
that longed to be pond.

the hillside splits
that split my sides.

the sips of tea
that rhymed with B.

the waking horn
that startled laughter.

the 365 degrees of you
focused on a lens.

the releasing of ducks
into the atmosphere.

the soft and the hard
the unraveling of a puzzle.

the moments small
that lead to memories big.

I linger over oceans,
vistas, undiscovered countries
and wonder, wander, witness
so many new places I could capture
had I a camera.

I hear the whisper of breezes
through page-less trees
as they navigate me
through bleak and blame.
They lead my feet into hopeful passages.

I discover new cultures,
new languages that beckon shyly,
asking me to give them voices
to give them history
to give them labels that stick to foreheads.

I wander into my darker regions
and embrace my deepest depressions,
wrong impressions, forgotten lands.
I let my thinking guide me forth
to change my own equations
as I wander my personal equator.

though you are certain
you have seen
this spot
once or twice before.

This is not a circle.

Each time you come round
you widen your path
taking longer, and longer
to land here again.

This is not a circle love.

This is an outward spiral.
You are emerging
you are rising
you are rippling
Like a pebble
in a stream of consciousness
You are making your echo felt.

For Jenny.

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Take me home.
To midnight walks,
funky socks,
and jeeps that crawl the wall.

Take me home.
To pajama pants,
Star machines,
and master Yoda.

Take me home.
To soft voices,
Egg sandwiches,
and tea..lots of tea.