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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 


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.


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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Order of out getting is rhetoric our

Reorder conversation

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think we way the change to have We

sink will we Or

blink a within

-over be will it and

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other each freedom pursuing

Neighbor and neighbor

Hand in hand, together standing

Had woman or man no rights pursuing

 Demand to thought ever

Again together stand we now and

Win to future the for stage the setting

Choose to have we but

Lose will future our or

Out stand ,up stand so

Crowd a as speak, boldly speak

Loud speak , knowledgably speak

Continue can nation a as we that so

Proud are we say to

American be to proud

,Skin our whatever

, kin our whatever

Children future our for

--remember must we

borders open hearts open




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


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


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


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