LOVE THIS!! Love the art work! Love the song/poem!!

There is so much to say about this poem/song, but not sure where to begin. Yes, racism and bigotry are taught, whether in the home or even more in a society where racism is built into its very fabric and from the very beginning. Genocide and Slavery (yes existing today), are the founding morality and ethos of this country, of the whole capitalist development. America was NEVER GREAT and has always been 2 countries within a single country. In today’s world and society, we see the results and continuation of this divide. And, unless it is stopped, everything will get even worse.

Drieks, your poem is right on time!! Sing it LOUD!! Back in the day, we would say: “Seize the time; Seize the power”!

Curt

Beautifully ugly truth, my friend. This may seem unrelated because it is so mild by comparison. But, it reminded me of when I was in high school in my small town of Waco, Texas. I had begun writing then and I was also active in Speech and Drama competition. I wanted to use my own work, but that was not allowed, so I adopted the pen name, “L. Cohen,” a phonetic rearrangement of the letters of my name, of a sort. My mother was aghast. “Why choose THAT name? she asked. I explained, and she said, “But that’s JEWISH! Aren’t you worried?” “Why would I be worried, mom? I asked her, innocently. “Oh, never mind, she said. I was truly puzzled. We had never talked about race. We had never been around people of other races. But I knew racism when I heard it, and I was hearing it from my own mother. Though I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone of any race, I never looked at her the same way again. Later that year, our school desegregated, 1965. Oddly (many people thought), there were no problems — at least, not among the kids. It was simply “novel” at worst. At best, I had some new friends.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Incredible lyrics my friend you are one with your craft. Excellent work as always, your arrangement complements the lyrics nicely. And the message is received.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love this Lady, call it out

Drieks amiga! What a powerful message. I’m honored to know you!
I can’t say I’ve experienced racism. Not the way my parents did back in the day.
My mom was very involved with who I hung out with and their parents.
If she didn’t like them it was a no fly zone. lol
My mom would love this!

The world needs this right now. It’s like we are going backwards as a society.
Not just with the color of our skin but in tolerance of different perspectives.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am not worthy 🙏
The current president seems to be from another planet so maybe i’ll have a chance! 🤷‍♀️

Great write Elke….the moon has a lot to answer for but not quite as much as our minds.🙏

The perfect piece for our extra bright sister above! How you began each cinquain with “Tonight” is very momentous, with an unexpected surprise at the end. This made me smile an ol’ cheshire grin. Wonderful write!

Clay

OK – It’s your fault. It was a great night for a naked dance, So is tonight. Wish you were here. 😉

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend with great flow. The words dance to the beat. Appreciate you.

Damian

I’d like to speak in defense of the Moon… 🤣

Sappho, I love how your dance around the bonfire leads to the fire of passion and that you take full credit for your desire!!! I think we humans have always loved howling at the moon and our desires for intimacy. May our howling and intimacy make the moon shine full and bright!!!!

Curt

Yes, dear Curt, in full moon nights the atmosphere is filled with magic. Our hearts are wide open and ready to give and receive love and passion. Let’s make magic happen!
I bow to you with gratitude for your constant, supportive comments and for sharing your thoughts! 😊🙏🏼

Hahaha, nice, makes us ask ourself if wiccans were the original hippies, tight

Oh! If we had reading lists, this would be on it! The passion, the whimsy, the movement…amazing! Absolutely a keeper!

Thank you so much for your awesome comment, dear Willow! My deepest gratitude 🙏🏼

Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

Powerful work.

Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

”Stillborn inside a think tank”

That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistry

Much respect always

Naaj

hello dearest Curt I handle trauma in a similar way I disassociate and I go crazy wrapped in a world I formed great write ❤️dark expression but I get it…

I don’t like to speak with my own tongue when the piece is personal like this, very personal… a personal experience (even if it’s not but the writer is). abuse comes in different shapes and types, in my opinion mental abuse can be the worst of all, many times it’s very later when You realize You haven’t come over it while You thought You did. Guilt, shame, low self-esteem and low self-respect… all stuck within the inner child and might be manifested into unexpected things as adults. to overcome pain, hate, guilt… is NOT easy to do in this 3D world, yet some experiences are unreasonablely unfair, even when there is learning or where there is karma.

Unfortunately, it’s the world and humans who have changed into the worst, leaving profound devastation in the people and environment around. You already know this but You must hear it from others out loud and clear. It’s not your fault, never was and never will. No child should be blamed for anything specially in such situations and circumstances, not their thoughts, nor their actions… their bodies, minds and hearts have turn own the defense mechanism to protect their own selves, all what You seeked and loved is the image of the Father You, and any other child would wish him to be, and from my own perspective, You had/have such a pure heart and wise mind to love/loved him still, You could feel beyond the vail and that’s remarkable.

I swear there is a tear in my heart wanting to be released as I read this… the only image I have is a little confused Boy writing all of this.

One of the most compassionate and giving men I ever had the honor of knowing had a horrific background that would break hearts. He’s no longer with us, but I believe he would have been deeply moved by this piece. When we’re so fractured, it’s difficult to believe anyone sees anything but the scars. Thank you for putting such a strong voice to abuse. It’s real, even when those who are made uncomfortable by knowing or hearing about it turn blind eyes…or perhaps because they do so.