Is it worth it? You decide

My love for you is deeper than the deepest sea

Softer than the softest breeze

Higher than the tallest tree

Don’t ask me why this prize was yours

Not mine to decide

Not what’s said but dread of unsaid

Written words make me become undone

Much more than spoken do

You don’t need this shit called love any more than I do

Move to the beat, broken souls reject

Healing, sift through broken bones

As though the answer lies in our wishes

We become lies we live

Buried in solitude, create a fortress

Make us prisoners

Of our own demise

Hearts like silver need polish

Troubled and cautious, need to demolish

Striving to forget unpunished deeds

Our souls create a fort for faith

Hide away, survive wounds, lost battles, day after day

Feel like I’m a rash or allergy, out of control

Think before you speak or

Forever hold your peace

Like shame from tarnished childhood

Secluded from the sun

There’s nothing won in fighting

Tell me give up

I’ll stop hoping

My love for you, stronger than a hurricane

More powerful than an angry storm at sea

Baby don’t make me explain

Feelings I have for you

My heart stuck on you like glue

Love like morning dew

FACTORY FARMING BLUES

Hear my song of woe

Look well; see the flow

Life’s lusting for survival

Rivals reaching for revival

In competition for resources

Desire to find recourses

Consumerism’s lust thrust upon us every step

Creates a schism in our humanity

Strive for sanity

Search for an end to succumbing

To become better before death comes …

Fame, riches, voices no one hears, too busy with wanting to get what they have  

Yet somehow never did

Passion and poetry flow in my veins, Poetry makes us see more than we want

Examine, consider anew

Like a sudden cloudburst, rain can’t be avoided

Get wet even if you didn’t want to

Hear my pleas, please, hear the crying of all factory-farmed animals scream, cry for help

Production methods for meat is a disgrace to humanity

Make conscious beings suffer in rounds from birth to death, lives unlived, shortened drastically, live in constant pain tragically

Brutality can’t possibly have redeeming qualities

Follow like the livestock we are, allow immorality to flourish

Need to be free from barbarity lest we become the suffering we imbibe

Our earth requires compassion

Consciousness and cruelty don’t get along

Pain sears through my brain

Soul Secrets rip through me

Stand outside my head observe

Bleak reality

Surrounded by pollution

Needing a solution

No absolution through brutal lives led to slaughter – is this nutrition

Who stands to explore alternatives to barbarous merciless sadistic tradition?

Create compassion, humanity –

Be the change we want to see …