Bring on The Day

Sometimes pre-dawn feels like a SOS
An awakening, born out of distress

It is said back pain and a broken heart
Are the tools with which we turn life to art

If the angst you carry feels as though it’ll kill you
Then for certain, baby, morning holds your breakthrough

Kālakā

Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow

A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders

So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road

If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me

I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again

May it be, my brother
May it be

Shoulder

It’s just my shoulder

There’s nothing inherently beautiful or strong, tempting or freeing

Cool or calm about it, is there?

It’s just an offer

There’re billions of others to stand square with, befriend or lean on

Swoon over or serve with, aren’t there?

Peaceful Poem

People have promised me
Twice today
With all the confidence
Of the heart of a child
With all the solemnity 
Of an old-fashioned hymn sung in unison
Everything will be
As everything ought

People, I promise you, too