We are just waking up

We are just waking up
To find the World a bud
Prizing Life, unearthing
The buried sleeping spud

No such things as old moons
We are new and renewed
To win is to begin
And never to conclude

All I's are upon us

All I's are upon us
But we are We not wee
Our hearts are wide-opened
And beat with empathy

We find understanding
And want to Heal not heel
Walking in someone's shoes
Can tell us how they feel

Such a high standard for

Such a high standard for
All things of excellence
Anything substandard
Brings bouts of petulance

Enjoy imperfections
Utopia with flaws
The cutest of kittens
Are empowered with claws

Anger and injury

Anger and injury
Will both subside and die
Storms clouds are just hiding
A bright and open sky

Out from a rotation
A strong gravity pull
A black hole that sucked up
All and was never full

Refusing the anchor

Refusing the anchor
Feelings are not statues
Disturbing still air with
Our energy infuse

Seeking a momentum
Billow, propel or flail
In slow motion or blur
In vibrancy or pale

Life long being land locked

Life long being land locked
The first lap of ocean
Is cleansing the tired feet
Restoring their motion

To target foreign lands
Should we have the notion
We are bathing in Yes
As we lap the ocean

No meat left on the bone

No meat left on the bone
We are resigned to gnaw
For the next piece of meat
We'll have a stronger jaw

Devouring the hard truth
Picking lies from our teeth
Disposing of falsehoods
'Til the knife finds its sheath