BABBLE-ON

A FOOL IS THIRSTY
precious souls
golden ones
reflections of golden sunshine
laughing not with false cries
'cause...only a fool is thirsty
feel full when de' well run dry
breathing poluted air
of disdainful cries
feel full of plenty
us...'cause
only the fool
only the fool is thirsty
only the fool
is in abundance
when the water
spring's high
quote from Bob Marley

ERASING HATE
I wish I could take an eraser
to wipe out hate
turn blank onto a new page
each day I encounter
what memory made
fogetting not its lessons
like a phantom soul drifting
waiting to be reborn
with each daughter or son
and me
seeking to relive its destiny
like an anchor weighted down
fixed with gravity
sometimes it enfolds me
in its arms with the charm
of not caring
but hate is a heavy garment
wounds cut deep need healing
and justice must have mercy
perhaps it starts
with one
or two
or three
to wipe hate out
with history...