Guess

one thing no one seems to notice is we are actually having a national conversation. I'm pretty sure you know what I am talking about.

as clear as the nose on my face; at the end of that war white people made peace.

Woodrow Wilson said it was a war about a forgotten conflict.  no one
remembers that speech.

it took till 2015 to get us all to the table so here we are

Their flag finally coming down
And a rainbow comes up

Most prose should not date itself but not all
There are things to be celebrated in this big enough universe

Can people be as angry as I am pleased
In this most unlikely of times progress comes along

This thief in the night
A giant leap for US

We can change the world everyday
This is the lesson to take from today
We mostly leave the world alone
Quantum damn was no longer there

Each drop of struggle won today and tomorrow will continue
Who ever you are today is a day to celebrate
Your opinion is a choice

Long Time

Our history is similar to our financial system
Focused on short term gains

A battle flag of a lost army was placed in 1962 a year before another died
People like to say they had the same secretaries name
New Births of freedom do not really happen
We eat our young

Our old do not remember that long
We do not really care

The genocide of my people is covered in the blood and bones of your and theirs
Call me what you will I know what I am
I will respond to almost anything
They asked me if I teach biology

There are left brained physics in these matters
Complimentary this other sense of place
Perceptions of what we should do not what is about
Context together one way

Sapphire

In her name are precious things just there
Possibilities upon possibilities
Male is more about defeat it is how we ruled
Always up again to find just one victory

Art of Tomorrow

Quantum realities of the day measured
Created in observation feelings that have no fault
Hope in me and doorways digested directed
I have passed through

There is a meaning feeling and look
Along with everything you bring
We may not comprehend but we breath one air
Lucky there is more

Today is not the question
Tomorrow is not the problem
Life finds bottle necks quite naturally
There is a world apart

Justice is not a need
Understand your want
Less lies
Ignorance ends
Expectations extrapolations extensions

These are not my ways
An equation of time unbalanced
I will not make it
There is strength in me I have not met
You are a question of tomorrow;  today your not a problem

I see and it is
You see and we are
You see and it is
I see what we can be tomorrow
Art that doesn't have significance we were already done

they are territorial
Will not play along
They have already lost
Just not today
Art stands

Do we create what we love
this knack for unbalanced equations
I hug trees only because they hug me fill my lungs this breath of life
What some call the soul
Bared?  Not quite

They don't know what they are taking about
I feel different than anyone has said
There is something to see
Others see things
I feel therefore I think I know something

Justice is not a weed
Understand what is beautiful
Less truth will not do
Instinctive intuitive
Elusive egocentric

You may not see certain words
Some feelings are wrong
Certain things belong together
And too often find themselves strangers
We are like that; art of tomorrow

More In Than Out

Out there other universes are speculated
In here I have proved them and traveled them well

There are questions I don't ask inside
The horizon never stops me I can see and be beyond

Eight light minutes is a distance out I will never reach
Inside four light years back just now but the nearest star
What confines light out there does not me in here
I take on the appearance of math can't be proved to exist

Why did men start to shave
No one knows

More questions than answers
Larger still the number of wrong answers

She has an optimistic soul
Painting for this life time

Sometimes I must write
Beyond optimism I write to another life I see in here

Never would it occur to quote my prose to you
Here and now it comes from within goes out and is confined
Until it will break free as water and wind wear down the mountain
More above than below

Not always sure where I am going
Remember perhaps half of where I have been
The past surprises like the future
The best tears are happy and sad
She said going down the road

8 March

Biased I have always been there were more of them
Our world is wrong is what this day tells us
To this we offer flowers
Well intended to say something words fail to convey

Seven billion words are in one blossom
A single word love
Not complaining
Another year and more celebrate this day

Few care to understand why they picked this day
You have a better day ahead
Some know

There are things we should fix
Many are broken in ways that make no sense
8 marched out

For the same work the same  pay
This is what is written in our destiny
We are happy for the future makes sense
begins again today with you

Happy eighth March
And everything that means to you

Dark Corners

There are places she finds nowhere to go
Questions she has no answer or care for
Grinds and erodes itself away

Dark corners of her conversations she misses
Takes moment to wander her around up against a wall
Cornered and not concerned through her angles leaves

I find answers in relation to their questions
Deception is just one strategy and more illusion
The world cracks open of its own accord watch

Dark corners have this light she looks not for
Nothing hidden
Most things she misses but finds sufficient sharp turns

Double images and strange corners