A poem for these ancient modern times

I wrote this a couple weeks before our lock-down, when I sensed what was beginning to unfold, and what has now become the focus for the entire population of humanity.  I say ‘ancient’ modern times because, in a sense, these human issues are ancient issues we’ve been trying to sort through for so many ages.
“Claim your independence from complacency” (thanks Reginald Hubbard)
Claim independence from from complacence
In a deeper dance with circumstance
To root out the shadow trance
To wake up and make some plans.

3/6/20 –
The friction of this fiction that we’re living in
The corruption, the destruction and all the ways that we sin
Drowning out the voice of reason
Dreams turned nightmares and patience gets thin
We wonder where to begin again

Tempers get short and it’s time to abort
The ways that we were can no longer hold court
The intensity of the storm begins to swarm
And we look to the truth to keep us warm

But the aftermath is smoldering and we’re burned by the coals
We choke on the smoke, and we look for ways to cope
Who will throw a rope when we’re sliding down the slope
Off the cliff into the river, how will we be delivered?
Will we shrivel and shiver, deep in the stream, sentenced only to dream?

Will we ever wake up and come up for air, or just wallow in the despair?
Will we find a way to swim and breathe deep to repair?

Can we come together aware and set aside notions of fair?
Can we find some unity in why we’re all here?

Feeling Good Again

It’s the holiday season, the spirit of family, the spirit of giving and receiving, of celebration and gathering.  It can also bring up feelings of discontent, lack, friction and other less than joyful elements.
But we have an option to let go, not in a giving up, but in a surrender to the greater good of feeling good.
Our time on this planet is relatively short, and as we get older, time seems to move ever faster.
I wrote this poem back in April after my grandfather, a WWII vet, passed.  He was full of great stories, jokes and joy.  He shared an unconditional love that I’m grateful to have known.  I found myself wishing that I’d been more proactive in writing/recording his stories, his voice, his spirit.  And that desire carries over to the rest of the family as well.  But we must also simply enjoy the present and the people we are with, in the moment.
To let go and to feel good.
So as Texas songwriter Robert Earl Keen sang in a song… “It feels so good, feelin’ good again”.

No matter how much time you’re given
You’ll likely want more
Living in the moment, driven
Full throttle, pedal to the floor
Time easily squandered with the people you love
Sometimes we hurt, push and shove
Feelings, words and notions clouded by emotions
Leaving oceans between us, when we really need ‘us’

Now that we’re older and technology is bolder
Sometimes it feels too late to save all they said
For our elders to be respected
So we have to appreciate who is left
To listen to their gifts and drop the blaming tiffs

Too much time is lost
We pay the emotional cost when the ego acts like a boss
We cut ourselves off and cut ties to save grief
But that wound is so deep
So you keep it close and quiet, trying to hide it
But there’s no relief at the end of the line

Karmic debt is full of regret
Words come back around
And shake the good to the ground
So just come down off that horse and drop the frown

There’s no way out but through
Forgiveness holds true
So drop all they’ve done to you
Drop the belief of permanent wound

No retribution
Peace is your contribution
Open heart solution
Heal your constitution