"Ray of Hope," "What's Important," and "Burn On"

Ray of Hope

Too tired to salute
the morning or the
afternoon, night will
be the same. I need 
another day to
process my mind. I 
do not think like the
other side. I don’t 
care to think like the
other side. I know
they will never think
like we do. It is
a struggle to look
into the sky to
find a ray of hope.
I stare into the
sun and destroy my
retina for just
a little while. I 
will not rip out my
eyes. It will not change 
the world, not for the
better.

What’s Important

After Genoveva Grisolia
 
Put on your headphones.
Turn on the television.
Bury your nose in a book.
We all do it. We turn our
back on what’s important.
 
We see the people in the
street, homeless with no
good shoes on their feet,
without money or food to
eat, without a decent place
 
to sleep. We dismiss them 
as drug addicts and crazy,
underachievers or lazy.
We get in our cars and drive
away, give them pennies,
 
nickels, quarters, dollars,
just enough to feed our
conscience. We turn our
back on what’s important.
It’s about time to get to work.

Burn On

Live on 
like the stars 
in the spirit-sphere
in the cracks
of light on earth,
in the thought 
of every spirit.
Burn on
in the head
of the snake,
in the library
that burned
like it was not 
meant for the writer.
Burn like the beehive.
Burn like the thoughts
of bees in white heat.
Your hands turn to ash.
The scales of fish burn.
No armor for safety.
You are stuck.
The walls of
the city burn.
Nothing stands.
The ocean burns.
The bear burns.
In a cave
the stones are an oven.