Even Here

Sitting beneath
Spiny green
Fingers reaching
Always reaching 
To the sky

You can make a home

Bent grass
And summer winds 
Sweeping
Always sweeping
To the ground

Here 
Even here
You can make a home

Standing
Where spring showers 
Accumulate on outstretched limbs
And fall onto your head
The finches blown by the breeze
Know it all too well
That here,
Even here
You can make a home

With lime green eyes
Searching 
Always searching

New opportunity
New growth
Lie in wait 
Always a possibility

Here,
Even here

Its the secret 
Our ancestors knew 
You can make a home
Here

Even here.

7/13/2018

Industry

How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole.

I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling of tracks I felt this complete disconnect. The tracks, the train, the overpass, the buildings behind me and asphalt under my feet, I felt like the only natural thing around. Of course I wasn’t but so suddenly it occurred to me that i am the product of past generations fight against nature.

On the rails of commerce

Oil travels like detainees

On my knees, beggin

please, please, please.

What’s it all for

We’re always on the hunt for more

border wars;

trade wars;

More!

People of this Earth

We are the people of this earth

secure in ourselves and building walls,

everyone is just building walls

to barricade ourselves

secure in our nameless, shameless faces

building walls; building walls; we keep on building walls

to keep ourselves safe

(thinking; this is my ground, maybe this is my ground,

baby this is my ground)

but what is solid keeps us stuck in our places

building walls i’ve seen so many shattered, empty faces.

 

We are the people of this earth,

secure in ourselves, searching for a ground,

to promenade ourselves

we think that

by separating ourselves,

and building walls,

we won’t be amongst the starving, nameless faces.

 

We are the people of this earth,

so long as we keep convincing ourselves

that it’s all about the ground

we won’t see any other future,

that doesn’t keep us stuck to the ground.

 

history is our ground, maybe this is my ground

identity is our ground, maybe this is my ground

feeling is our ground, baby this is my ground

language is our ground, maybe this is my ground

thought is our ground, maybe this is my ground

maybe we’re all just one ground into tiny little pieces.

 

 

 

We are the people of this earth / secure on our ground / I see so many shattered faces / Thinking, maybe this is my ground; this is my ground; this is my ground; this is my ground; this is my ground; this is my ground; this is my world.