Mean Things

How does your heart feel

When you say mean things

Like an onion about to peel

Do you cry or do you sing

Is it easy to say those words

And also easy to forget

If your tongue is a sword

Use it for good and not regret

So many hurtful reactions

That bloom from mean things

Most of all your conscious

Guilt is a blackened ring

See you don’t just hurt one

You hurt us all together

It’s not just you it’s your sons

That bear this burden forever

Edible Journey

An evening an experience an awakening

The sun set with a conversation of the senses

Grateful expressions of natural beginnings

Welcoming our journey to the present tense

Bare footed and dripping with green and red

Marrying the ground becoming one with land

Respect for the rocks and dirt that you tread

Surprised by the smells living in your hand

Edible art birthed and shared with new friends

Ceibo shared his light his passion our guide

Night drew close and we burrowed into end

Our nest surrounded by sound rest on our side

Thank you Ceibo

Thank you Friends

Thank you Mother Earth

The Struggle

Poem about drinking

Is it different or is it the same
Is it fun or is it a problem
Is it positive or is it a shame
Is it us or is it them

Lights glimmer and notes are played
Limbs are thrown and bodies shake
Glasses are emptied and often displayed
The night is welcomed but what’s at stake

The morning brings clouded memories
Feelings are lost and so are the pictures
What is remembered what are the stories
They fade into the distance like tremors

Guilted emotions and resentful thoughts
Days flood into night and time simply flees
What were we looking for what was sought
Are we just waiting like honey for bees

Is it different or is it the same
Is it fun or is it a problem
Is is positive or is it a shame
Is it us or is it them

No matter what the answer
It is always a struggle