Tag Archives: Brent Harris
Hitch Up Your Trews
Tomorrow is a good day to try something new I mean, what do you think will happen to you If you choose, one time, your dream to pursue Treasure like sunlight sparkle on morning dew Or turned down a lane, the way the wind blew Where lurks a forest darker than evening news Go on, […]
Bloviated Gas
Good for everyone, everyone should say Except a group who hates one over there While, that group hates another, they say Good religious people taught to love, care Easy to imagine they only learned to hate Church shootings, beheadings, massacres So I don’t want to travel anywhere of late Due to fearful, old, white men, […]
We’ll Never Know
Could it be The time has come To turn away From danger False gods Snake oil sellers Dream purveyors Tall, dark strangers Offering magic Beans and rhymes Promising the moon Without regard Bartering shares Mythic bridges Unicorns and War porn, sex Pain and death Your last breath Inhale, but Never let it Get out Look […]
Make It So
Every day is a day to make new stories. Our own, the stories we alone can tell. Every day the stories we tell ourselves and others have the potential to change how we see the world, to change the world. You don’t believe me, do you, about your story? It’s true, but we must make […]
Disquieting
I speak my disquiet to the concrete and the glass To every other person which, on the lane, I pass Tell it to the trees, the birds, every blade of grass Adults so rarely listen that I tell each lad and lass Nothing comes from my dismal, despairing cries Torrents of bombs and bullets fall […]
Another Name for Heaven
Fast we live And fast we fly Fast is how we die Slow we move And slow we love Earth as heaven above
Because
Because I’m told I have opinions, I must. Though I don’t believe they are the opinions I’m told I must have. They believe I must be interested in politics. I am, and I have preferences of who I want in power, to win in upcoming elections. Still, no matter who gets elected, to a certain […]
A Matter of Heart
People are made to be loved and things are made to be used. The confusion in this world is that things are being loved and people are being used. Unknown – At least I couldn’t find any attribution I am sick unto death of describing how screwed up our world has become. Earth, our home, […]
Stretching Out
The ocean stretches out before me Until, they tell me, it returns again This what school taught me to see I cleave to what I learned, but then Except when I think the world’s flat Straight horizon shows me no curve You say world is round, imagine that To me it continues, no dip or […]
Cannot Make Us
Remember, we cannot make you do anything Not anything, at least, you do not want to do But we can punch you, make your ears ring So do not listen to what Pollyanna fools spew
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