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Notes in the Sandbox
a collection of writing, reflection and inspiration...

There's Poison in the Water

9/10/2018

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We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters
We're sickening our sons
There's poison in the water

Pacing up and down the foyer
Weak confused not herself
Bridging thoughts from before
Her stumble down the wooded plot

I let her drink from which she waded
Ran to the bank but she didn't go in
It's like she knew we didn't see it
Cascading waves all brimming with sin

Shaking she began to fall
Chased by a grizzly ready to maul
Without strength can't move your legs
Like a scream you dream to break

We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters
We're sickening our sons
There's poison in the water.

​It's on our shoulders this deathly struggle
Drunk on pesticides genetics
When you mess with natural orders
She bites you back with razor sharp fangs
She drinks the blood you spill to get richer
and feigns her empathy downstream with death water
We're killing all our sons and daughters
There's poison in the water
There's poison in the water
There's poison in the water
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Wine and Song Filled Glasses

9/8/2018

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Emptied and filled with dusty masks
Bringing in unfiltered baskets
Full of all the screams we’ve worn
Capos fly over frets worn bare
Over which was held a stare
The tidings faith and feasts so true
Brought us together in song in you
The songs they echoed like cavern’s wishes
Spoken words and strange predictions
Oftentimes with goosebumps plenty
On one leg or maybe two
The blues held true in many an eye
Alongside hope and community too
These days they flew like a falcon in flight
Swooping in and out of our hectic lives
Although the time was miserably short
Our brothers and sisters learned a thing or two
We brought our gifts to one another
Shared our moments we put to song
Not long ago I didn’t feel I had a voice
But the messages there begot my choice
To choose my chosen words a plenty
and put them on the parchment
To speak those words on parchment’s surface
To dig below our imagined surfaces
To scream out loud and cry happy tears
Of life of love on the canvas above
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