mornin, sunshine!

Good Morning!!!!
it's not morning, so... jokes on you...
but remember what "good morning" use to mean?
    good morning.
usually accompanied by a vocal exclamation point, childishly sincere smile, and little arms reaching up around the waist of mommy, who was twice as tall as you? that was good morning. that's what it really means.
say what you mean. mean what you say. wish some one a good day. tell someone they're important. be happy for no reason in particular.
   say good morning like a child and be five years old again.

We Are The Bees...

We like pea coats.  We like dresses.  We like cool shoes and thrift shops and used clothing and floral prints.  We like dancing.  We like getting lost in pretty places and collecting autumn leaves and the wild flowers on the sides of the roads.  We like cafés on rainy days accompanied by intellectual conversations, and we like believing that everything about the world is beautiful. 

This is WAR

What Are the Risks

When Attempting to Reform

Without Approval? Raging

Warriors Arrive in Rundown

Warzones. Argument Reaps

Weapons, Anger, and Resentment.

Wandering Armies Resist

Wondering About Return, but

Weakness Awakens, Residing

Within.  Anxious Rescue

Workers Arrive, Retrieving

Wilting Ashes, and Rot.

Wizzing Above, Resources,

When Arsenal Runs

Without Ammo.  Ruins.

We Are Related,

but we are killing out brothers and sisters every day.

      this is Wrong.

      this is Against the laws of nature.

this is the Reason there is hatred and fear and corruption and deaths that can be prevented.

this. is. WAR.

Should I spell it out for you?

How I Can't Stand

Calloused feet stuck firm to the edge, how easy it would be

To slip out from underneath, and drop into the sea.

The eroded soil is braver than I, it falls without complaint,

The pebbles follow quickly after, as if it’s all a game.

But I stand rooted to the edge; a speck of time changes everything.

Straight down, without a sound, one slip, one fall, one end,

It’s not a question anymore, there’d be too much left unsaid.

Peering down at a swirling abyss,

It swallows any ounce of confidence,

It makes me stutter, walk away and defy

All my thoughts

‘Cause I can’t stand to look in your eyes.