Accord

A cessation of hostilities
To help along
Agree with
From reconcile

To heart

Beauty of Justice

Math has a way of showing that life is predictable
Life this demonstration it is not
Justice a simple equation built on what is known
Like working at the airport yet here in front of me

Compassion was the only name I got
And I did something that I never have before
Found here marking this day

There are gentle souls involved like Tamir
How do I know?  He was a child
I have never noticed her much around

And yet I find beauty there
Three worlds are we in line
She is one
Thirty cent mistake keeps me standing there
Easy enough error so I make one
I saw this something this beauty in justice of all places

Two minutes before closing I returned
She is busy helping an elder man
Another person asks what I need
I asked for something I did not need
Vending machines I linger
Compassion is usually busy

Some equations do not balance
Tho I will not need that paper Monday either

Sam

My father wasn't afraid of the end of the world
He knew a guy who would always survive
In a couple days they will finally be in the woods together again
How this world didn't end I'm  not sure

It sure surprised my dad
He was perfecting an alternate skill set
Things that would not come handy in this world
Sam had been there and back

Upon broad shoulders burdens find themselves home
Highways in jungles
To a small cottage
The future an everyday affair

There was more than I knew
Would do with half the life in me at death

The Longest Hour

Time zones come in more than one size
Rightly you might wonder how
Many things are not taught

The minutes and seconds in synch
Distance illusionary
Problem: our ability to understand not the reality

Scale,  size,  shoal spiral relative
Two dark stars collide
The universe shaken but does not shatter

And so am I strong daily
Relatively certain hours tarry

Miners

Simple words come from deep places
69 41 36 14
Combinations

When they go on strike the revolution is secure
The root one of a few words we first understand
How we have a languages mine

We create complexity
Dig it out of the earth
Use the words in ways no one means

Mistaken and broken time again
Express what your real  not for everyone
A few from billions

Useless Skills

Less is more this we have always know
More connection brings only difficulty
Tasks get in line take their order
Or they lose focus

Remembering your dreams include these waking parts of us
The ones which you could easily confuse
Life can be good

This poem is about other things
Ones that no one mines

When I See You

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is not questions I have for I know the words
You experience more than you explain

Somethings need each other
Fire find warm
Ice leave cold

There are not sufficient ideas yet
Yours are needed
Mine what you give

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is ok to want nothing
Even when you have all

Somethings need each other