#1
Lost Connection
We've lost the love of the conversation
In the pursuit of "connection"
The written word has been written off
As an antique--
Love letters the epitome of antiquity
Pencils and pens lay in junk drawers,
getting colder and older than before
We can't just take a mental photograph
It has no filter for--
the imperfections we've said goodbye to--
the elevator talks, the long walks,
Erased away like chalk--if that's even around anymore?
What's this all for?
To make it easier and breezier, let us fly high like never before,
But now there is no need to call on her at her door--just send a text
Or why even see her at all--just send a sext
This world is gonna tell you there are a million ways
to make your life better,
But I bet it won't happen on a screen
I don't want to be mean, but do you really think the way
to connect--is to never be seen?
Not truly, rawly, brokenly seen?
You want to be liked by 1,000 people,
but never even be known by a few?
No one who really knows you for you?
That's a sure fire way to feel
alone.
And wasn't that the point?
To never be on your own?
I'm tired of these mixed messages that my future
lies in my hands
as long as I'm
plugged in
as long as I'm
tuned in
as long as I'm
bought in
But I don't buy it.
And you don't have to either,
that's something they won't preach,
when they're increasing their reach.
The world wasn't made with a plug, it wasn't made to tug--
you in a million different directions
We were made to hug--
To be in community and contact-real contact,
not just a name in your phone, a friend on loan.
We were created to love,
We were created in love.
Technology may try to impersonate a person,
but we should hesitate and question--
isn't this some kind of lesson
in humanity?
I tread carefully--
I know we might not believe the same things,
But we were made with the same hearts,
and here is what I'm hoping...
We take some time today to say what we are really thinking,
To not post a picture just because it is aesthetically pleasing,
But because it has real meaning,
Don't lose connection,
find peace in lost connection.
#2
Open Hearts Open Borders #ReverseForKindness
Open hearts open borders
It isn’t a court order,
Our rhetoric is getting out of order
For a conversation reorder
If we want a change,
We have to change the way we think
Or we will sink
Within a blink
And it will be over-
A pinpoint in history where a country
Chose wrong over right
To make a point
But this is the point—
We were founded to be a nation,
Not like any other,
Pursuing freedom for each other
Neighbor and neighbor
Standing together, hand in hand
Pursuing rights no man or woman
had ever thought to demand
And now we stand together again
Setting the stage for the future to win
But we have to choose
Or our future will lose
So stand up, stand out
Speak boldly, speak as a crowd,
Speak knowledgeably, speak loud
So that we as a nation can continue
To say we are proud
Proud to be American
Whatever our skin,
Whatever our kin,
For our future children,
We must remember--
Open hearts open borders.
Borders open hearts Open
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American be to proud
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--remember must we
borders open hearts open
#3
Comparison
Comparison
Compared to the sun, how dimly I shine
My warmth is extinguished
in the passage of time
That kind of radiance could never be mine
Comparison
Compared to the sun
I could never be,
I wilt shamefully
afraid to be me,
because I don't speak eloquently
or loudly
or persuasively
I speak quietly
as if I was the sun, but
Comparison
Compared to the sun
I am a star
burning brightly in the past
afraid the feeling won't last
and I fearfully ask,
Is it because of
Comparison?