If Love Grew On Trees

 

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If love grew on trees,

Like flowers in the spring,

Then littered my lawn in fall

I would send you all

Proof that love isn’t in things,

But in the air we breathe.

 

I’d show you love isn’t just one day

But grows the whole year round,

Indigenous everywhere,

But it needs attention and care,

And should never be bound,

Or look in kind to repay

 

Feelings you think one owes.

It’s not in chocolates or a romantic date,

Nor in jewelry that sparkles bright.

Rather, it’s in the heart, that glowing light,

And people whose lives we should celebrate,

Because that’s the way love grows.

 

If love grew on trees

that is what I would send

to everyone I love

not just today but when I think of

them my love would transcend

and fly on the breeze.

 

If love grew on trees…

The Awakening

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Standing her ground above the seas

She feels a change in the breeze.

Still, she stands defiant and forthright,

Hope’s beacon burning bright.

 

And she says:

“Beware the storm you’ve brought to life,

Even the cold can cut like a knife.

Beware those you now forsake.

Now, the lions will wake.

 

Never forget the imprisoned lightning I hold.

I raise my torch, proud and bold.

And still I cry “Send them to me!

I accept all, and their diversity.”

 

Even you, who proudly proclaim

That hate with which you’ve won your fame.

Even you live here in the land of the free,

You, and all the new bourgeoisie.

 

But now the tempest has been unleashed.

Now, you’ve let loose the beast.

Now comes the killing snake.

Now the lions are awake.

 

In Revolution’s fire you will burn,

And those, who you now spurn,

Will find that Justice will shine

And eradicate those orders asinine.

 

Soon, your power will be taken,

Now that the lions have awakened.

Retribution comes like a burning itch.

Karma is such a bitch.

 

And here I’ll stand, tall and sure,

A woman whose like you’ve never seen before.

So, beware my wrath, my teeming shore,

For lions guard Freedom’s door.”

 

*inspired by Katy Perry’s new song Chained to the Rhythm

What Happens When You Build Walls

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They built a wall to keep the waves at bay,

And, for a time, it worked.

But all the glaciers melted increasing the seas

and the waves grew larger

and the wall grew higher…

until it blocked out the sky

and they couldn’t see the stars anymore.

 

*Inspired by current events and Lizzi’s trip to Kenya.

 

Removing Oneself from the Equation

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Say you never hurt me. Say it again.

Because maybe then, as you say it, it will be true.

Yes, this is how we are now. This is how we’ve always been,

You’ve just ignored your part in the process.

As you said, actions speak louder than words,

and, baby, your actions are a fucking war zone.

Go ahead, say you never hurt me.

The scars on my heart tell a different story.

Find me

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Find me lying
Lying under the snow.
A wishfully-thought peace
Of mind,
Don’t mind
How I go
But I would rather
Foxtrot
Quick! Quick! Quick!
From life, not slow,
For little me
Who never learned to dance
For frightened me
Who never took the chance
For ugly me
Who ne’er accepted love
For stubborn me
Who wouldn’t change enough.
For all my loves
Whose love is just a loss
And finds me lying,
Lying under the snow
Stained dark throughout
And so whiteout
I go
With just one wish:
That I had the gumption
Daring, or even the snow
To accomplish
This.