Relapse of the Heart

Tremors beneath the surface
reverberate the sounds of broken souls;
vagabond, mistress, scoundrel
soldier, lover, friend
I cannot hear you anymore
whispers are drowned out by
crashing waves
misguided prowess caress frostbitten lips
sudoku songs like battering rams through fortress walls
waterfall wisdom, overflowing with destructive
beauty

Moving forward

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result..."

March

March forward
March alone
March together
March inside your mind
March outside your comfort zone
March until your heels hurt
March until your voice gives out and the shouts convene inside your dreams and grow into ideas that manifest back into words and reach the children behind barbed wire fences.
Fences made of hunger, hunger for the balance of dilapidated classrooms built on untrustworthy textbooks. Fences which burn at the touch because touch was taken from the curriculum and our homes twenty years ago. As did grammar, as did manners, as did respect for your elders, and yourself.
March until your heels hurt
March outside your comfort zone
March inside your mind
March together
March alone
March forward