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(Draft) 2020 – Land of the Free

(Draft) 2020 – Land of the Free

Land of the free?
I saw a sign today.
A protester stating that the freedom
“We the people” are granted
Means they should be able to choose life,
Their life,
Above others.

Land of the free?
Yes, we are free— free to vote, free to pray,
Free to love (sometimes),
Free to walk, run, dance and sing.

Land of the free—
Not land of the “do whatever the fuck you want.”
Not the land where we murder
Our Neighbors,  
Our Grandparents
…Veterans
…Children.

This is the land where everyone
Should have a chance at the American Dream.
Not YOUR sanctimonious Dream of a White America.
Not the dream that only the strong survive—
Some of the most important people in history
Were not “strong” by your ideals.

Franklin D Roosevelt
Emily Dickinson
Stephen Hawking
Thomas Edison
Albert Einstein
Louis May Alcott

The Dream of having a better life, freedom for family,
Freedom to love and grow safe from persecution,
Is not just your right, it is everyone’s.

This is the land of the Free,
But lest you forget, this is also
The home of the brave.
So, keep your asses at home and
Quit spreading your freedom all over the damn country.

Be Brave, not stupid.

GSS – 22 April 2020

I fly, I exist (draft)

I fly, I exist (draft)

I am here
Though you may not notice
Above the trees I soar
High within the clouds
Looking down upon the earth.
            And so I guard you.

The wind lifts my wings, I
Coast down, my eyes closing
As I sniff the warm spring air.
Tilting my head, I come to land
My hooves clicking softly on the stone path.
            Though you can not see me, 

This glad is my home
Far beyond the veil of knowing
Into a land where my like reside
Mystic in our presence
Forgotten with time
            And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.

Folding my wings along my back
I walk along the steams edge.
My silken mane falls forward
As I bend to drink;
Crystalline liquid there to quench my thirst.
            And for a moment, I exist.


With a great bellow I toss my 
Head back and rear up.
Muscles stretch as I announce myself
To the world, knowing none could hear me
Yet wishing, just once, for some imagination.
            And then, suddenly she, too, was there.

A wee thing.
Golden hair falling to waist
Smiling as she look directly at me.
Seeing me.
And enjoying the majesty of it.
            A wee thing, smiling.

She clapped her hands for me.
Laughter floated toward me
Upon the breeze, spurning me forward
With great pride I raced on the wind
Wings spread as it lifted me up.
            I danced in the sky as she watched me fly
 
I am here
And so I guard you,
Though you can not see me,
And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.
And for a moment, I exist.
And then, suddenly, she, too, was there;
A wee thing, smiling.
            I danced in the sky as she watched me fly
Little India (2002)

Little India (2002)

The sounds and smells
Reminded me of my childhood;
Days amongst my
Fathers’s students.
The laughter over the cooking
As I struggled to learn
Foreign names.
Rich spiced permeated the air
Surrounding us
Even as we stepped
Off the bus.
Scents of welcome
Wafting by on the breeze
As the silk ribbon
Dances in my hair.
 
 

You see me…

You see me…

Your hand upon my face
Is a balm to my soul.
Each gentle caress
Speaks so loudly that
My cheek tingles long after
Your touch moves on.
You see me with the tips of your fingers.
With my voice, my words,
I paint the world in the colours and imagination
Of a visual childhood you scarcely recall.
Each phrase feeds your senses;
A verbal texture to the unknown.
Yet, after your touch,
My words seem inadequate.
You see me as others before never did before.
Perhaps, though
They never really opened their eyes,
Never really saw,
And in that not-seeing world, missed everything.
You see me, with the caress of your hand.
And in that caress, I finally see myself.
 
 
 

Change is worth the work.

Change is worth the work.

Change is Organic, not instant.
It moves slowly, and not always in linear fashion.
Each step forward breaks through,
But sometimes, it slides back and Fear and Hopelessness
Grip us, undermine us and take away that which we have gained.
Oh how we desire to be able to change the world
In a heartbeat.
Pass laws, and have the rest of our country
Fall in line with the future.
We are Idealists, and sometimes with Idealism
Comes the crashing realism.
We are full of such hope that it overwhelms us.
Freedom is not easy, nor is it free, but
Hope is, hope can carry you through,
Faith can drive you, faith in friendships, in the
greater goodness of a people.
Courage can win against even the most insurmountable odds.
Do not fear courage, do not give into hatred…
Accept what you can not change RIGHT NOW, and
Be PASSIONATE about what you can change in the Future.
EMBRACE the opportunity to fight harder, be stronger, and more brave.
We are Change, and Change is never easy.
But oh, it is so very worth it.
–G S Skye, November 11th, 2016

Poem – Lament to a Bee

Poem – Lament to a Bee

An ode to a bee
Sniffed our deal Callie.
Gentle spirit, good ole friend,
Gone out with Dad fishing again.
Shaken paws and belly rubs.
Days forever filled with Golden love.
Little sis, yet older still,
So much joy our lives she did fill.
Gentle creature, our hearts she did win.
Let your forever begin anew my friend.
3 sept, 2015

Poetry Flashback -I can't watch you lose… (2004)

Poetry Flashback -I can't watch you lose… (2004)

It stains your soul;
Slowly chips the walls away.
I don’t have the answers,
I can’t watch the price you will pay.
You’ll find so many times in life
That when we fight our inner light
The darkness warps the mind
Leaving us wanting more.
You’re tired, your soul feels weak.
Lash out at life. Push away the needs.
Watch it consume your hope,
See the faith just fade away.
Let is go.
You’ll only add to the pain.
Wounds fester until there is
Nothing left to gain
It bleeds through you.
Taints each time you choose.

I don’t have the answers,
But I can’t watch you loose.
Just let me go, let me sigh.
Don’t let me go alone!
You say, ‘please, have mercy,
Don’t leave me to die.’
I know… we should try
To bring this life to a further test.
Yet no longer can I pass by,
Just let me rest.
It passes through you.
Fades each time you choose.

I don’t have the answers,
But I just can’t watch you loose.
 

Poetry Flashback: We are weathered in our souls… (2009)

Poetry Flashback: We are weathered in our souls… (2009)

We are weathered in our souls
Lines of experience etched into every corner
As we watch over our loved ones
Carry our spirits along the fate’s path
Within a single moment,
A flash of expression
Can tell a story more profound than
One hundred well written pages of a favorite novel.
We are tempered in our spirits
Adjusted to a life long and fulfilled.
Memories carrying us through
To the other side of possibility.
Here in this life I find
The evidence of a trust so
Deep and full of faith
That I find myself in awe.
Believe in the weathered soul
For there is a lesson in life before you.
Learn from the tempered spirit
For there is a beauty of peace awaiting you.
Trust in yourself,
For there is a world of wonder within you.
Believe.

Poetry Flashback- Fragile Things (2003)

Poetry Flashback- Fragile Things (2003)

It is such a fragile thing,
This satisfaction in self that
Helps us be free within the
Confines of the world’s
Day to day interactions.
Misinterpretation lends to
Confusion and loss of self.
Why is it so difficult for us to
Find that inner peace?
A solitary moment where we
Know who we are, and
All our capabilities.
Where is the confidence that guides us forth?
How do we march along the road to freedom
And take the gift of self to heart?
2003