Peace Wheel Poetry

Random 5 letter words have proven more challenging to write poems about then i thought they would be. Does anyone have a suggestion for a topic they would like to read in a poem?

Renew [274 4/6] 3/20/2022
Spring flowers renew
Life unbound to mankind’s rules
Will we stand with love?
Michael Wells

Allow [273 4/6] 3/19/2022
What place do we allow ourselves in this world?
There is an empty space waiting for us to sit in it.
Do we approve of all life existing simply the Way it is?
Spirit was given equally to the birds in the sky, the fishes in the sea and the creatures of the land ages before humanity was breathed into existence.
Yet where is our humanity today?
Dreams of normalcy and veiled reality only sow further division.
What ways do the wretched know that the privileged have forsaken?
We praise those with fame and fortune and scorn those begging for money on the streets.
How soon though are we ready to laugh when the tables are turned and forget to keep mercy and compassion in our hearts?
When we allow love for all that spirit has brought forth we soften inside the cocoon of our lives, yield to the expansion of our consciousness, and shed the constraints of our past to fly upon gossamer wings of angelic beauty.

Michael Wells

A new project is in the works. I will be posting a poem inspired by each day's Wordle answer. No spoilers. Each poem will come out the next(?) day. Enjoy

Love saw its own suffering and loved enough to let it be

Welcome emptiness
Give thanks to the unknowing
Letting Truth arrive

Relative Absolutes

Interior, Exterior, and the reliances Between
When the knowing is now and with nothing, the separation falls away into Truth

Revalations of Love

What revelations are sought within the soul, opening the space before us?
The void that is empty, yet full. Timeless, yet ever full of time.
Ending at every birth. Beginning at every death.
Rivers flowing, winding, feeding all rivers.
The bosom of the universe rests in the heart, beating its call to those with sense to follow.
Pounding is the din when fellow hearts meet, wrenching with all the terrors from past regrets.
What peace can be found to soothe the clamor?
Love alone sings freedom.

Progress

Progress brokered through successes
Progress claimed through greed’s excesses
Scheming leaders forming borders
Hold us prisoner bricks and mortar
Thoughts of stone and words of steel
Resisting all who dare reveal
Dare to pull the curtain free
Lift the veil so they can see
Time’s illusion binds our sight
Blinds disorder with its might
Passing moments quantum whispers
Pathways open nervous rivers
Rushing flowing drown our senses
Asking what our soul’s offense is
Potent memories of our future
Rising up engender culture
Foment centuries New World Order
Cordon off each cadre sorted
Machinations ghostly postings
Coding patterns who is hosting
Trolling lovers guises cover
Wisen up my righteous brother
Hold some space for discontent
Make room for incongruence
Kindness shelters love
Universal openness-
Liberate within

Loving Pain

We are all peeling back layers and layers of cultural currency. The fluency for washing the rot exposed at each level is grown in fields of pain we have cultivated by the nature of our own contemplation. The temptation to feel triumphant when the scar begins to fade, and the motivation to stay engaged when the work is co-opted by another's engendering is far too comfortable for many to ignore. The mighty hammer of creation has yielded a supernova of unfolding. Each blast wave of realization shakes us to our core. Stand united with those who would face their reflective destruction with resolve, empathy, kindness and compassion until love can once again coalesce into our universal being.

Breathe. Draw the spark of life into your chest. Breathe. Let love fill your heart. Breathe. Your heart becomes the lotus of creation. Breathe. Love light fills your entire being. Breathe. You become the light. Breathe. Light rooted from the center of this earth beams to the farthest reaches of the universe. Breathe. Shine your light even in the darkest of times and places. Breathe. Shine ever brighter on those who wish to take it. Breathe. See the light in everything. Breathe. And when the time comes to raise your hands in defense of your light, shine through the final breath of light of the soul at your feet.

Reflections On Birth

This great country was born and founded in the name of God, yet constituted with the blood of enslaved and indigenous peoples. We broke away from one monarchy only to establish another with false policies of democracy and franchise for the common man. Commerce and prosperity allowed the delusion of superior race to guide our founding fathers to claim power and rule over those who did not have it. Amends to this fact have never been fully repaired nor repayed. The life and liberty that has so long been pledged to all has been a tragic white lie that is ignored with willful vigilance, denial, and evangelical benevolence. It is a denial echoed when black lives must be all lives, when blue lives kill with impunity, when white hate and violence is not called out for the terrorism it truly is. This is a disgusting myth of lost cause oppression that ripped this nation apart a mere four score and seven years after its destiny was manifest on this vast continent. This rift has never healed. Again and again we insanely choose to worship a shining gold veneer of normalcy, never caring about the rot in our core. We are faced once again with a choice to recognize this rot and use the system we have to change it for the better, or to give way to the utter chaos and destruction that surely lies ahead. It is depressingly and frustratingly difficult when momentum shifts and we are held in a place of excruciating tension and crisis. We have lost our motivation to the weight of history on our shoulders. Sisyphus himself could do no better. Motivation will not keep us from tragedy. Only hope and dedicated discipline will advance our potential. Only continued progress, even when that progress simply appears to keep us from tumbling backwards can prevail. Appearances are deceiving. Do not be deceived by those who would see failure as greatness.

For RBG

The roots of history are bearing fruit today
A radical, bittersweet harvest
Taken in contract on plantations of social reform
To declare independence from tyranny
And once again in the course of human history
It has become necessary to learn
That all men did not apply equally
To all men and women on this good earth

More poetry coming soon. I am also going to be compiling a collection of different works available for download from silly to serious. Stay tuned for more details

Victim. Victor. What's the difference? Conquered. Conquerer. Worthless. Worshipped. Who will yield their love to both?

Jukebox Wisdom (Where is My Mind)

(I hear) Whispers to a scream
Under the milky way
In your eyes
(I glimpse) Spirits in the material world
(A) Cult of personality
(Because) Everybody wants to rule the world
(Hate disguised as) Love will tear us apart
(So) How soon is now
(Before all the) Diesel and dust
Burning down the house
(Make) Opportunities
Money for nothing
(And) Dirty laundry
(Has us) Flying high again

Surf's Up

Unseen mavericks rise
Cresting through deepest waters
Mountains at the shore

For T

Peace Warriors

We cope. We cope with our own barrage of insults blowing around our minds.
Beating ourselves up for any slight failing in our lives.
And when we are done coping with that, we cope some more.
We keep coping, hoping every moment that we can find some solace.
Some safe place that will let us dive into ourselves, and that the ground below us is not filled with the shards of our broken selves.
That someone will be there waiting to help us up when we fall, that maybe they can help us see.
Help us see that we are enough; we are needed.
We are lonely, and we feel isolated. We have worn masks of social isolation for so long that they have become all we know how to know.
To take them off requires the delicate scalpel of love and kindness that none of us feel worthy of.
We are sensitive, and we are strong. We sensed when sabre tooth tigers were miles away from the encampments. It was then that we were praised for our talents.
Talents and gifts that do not fit into science books or lab experiments.
Senses that scream out with visceral pain at all the injustice in this world.
Every day we see the check engine light on in the dashboard of society; yet we are the crazy ones who question the wisdom behind covering up that light with the dogma of consumption and production.
We are the voice of sanity in this world where market, industry, and profit at all costs pays no heed to the defecating burden handed down to future generations.
We are tired. We bear more than you care to know. We are the peacemakers. We are warriors for that peace. We will win the day. Or we will all lose hope for tomorrow.