on purpose

I create and find, to share, ideas/information/art

 

 

The end can never justify the means

if that means is evil. 

For one, that imagined blessing might not manifest.

And if it does, evil means make evil ever easier.

 

 

It may feel good to march chanting in the streets,

raising banners, waving fists at the Them,

getting thrown in jail in solidarity.

Yes, the solidarity, the many moving together,

united action helps to bond.

But to achieve, to make change, to form

caring communities that never end, we need to

get together to brainstorm and support

each individual’s growth in vision, share ideas,

criticize with love, do the associative work that

creates interactive progress from individuals,

small groups, local politics and media, regional,

national, worldwide as practical plans emerge,

evolve, disseminate.

 

 

Pay attention to obstacles – they have stories.

 

 

Bullies put down

those perceived as better

to feel power.

 

 

To think, to dream

to become aware of amazing ideas

and histories, art that speaks to me,

tells me stories that surprise with

deep emotion.

 

 

Responsibility

to an uncaring world

Been there/done that

to death (and beyond,

perhaps in metaphor)

Not a good strategy.

Time (what is time,

but a metaphor?) slipping,

turning thin and translucent

to realign.

I have always depended on

imagination.

Worlds, phrases, moonshine and insane

displays of disarray coalesce into poetry

that nobody cares to share their time,

or eyes or minds – not in tune with

who they are.

It’s not that I ever belonged, but strayed

or was transfigured by ugly quakes of fate.

No glowing past to regain or admire.

What I have exceeds my desire.

 

 

4/21-27/19