
Called to Rise
we are called to rise when our souls awaken
collapsing over the edge of an orange sun
moving through its own heat
we awake from the deep
blue hair mussed
we are called to rise beyond the blood of the blind
truly far too late
we are called to rise
retracing classic mistakes
oceans calling us home for a salted cleanse
moving in a simple hand
writing of greens and blues
rounded dreams
simply drawn trees
a world painted in watercolor
through the crystal of one looking glass
tears running clean across a changing landscape
tomorrow we shall be called
placed by the shades of a distant sun
called by the sorrow of your eyes wide open
Cartoons of the Japanese
one thousand lists of examples paraded into conversation
who the hell is Don Marquis, anyway
your visions and dreams lined up to the stars
values you recalled important
we evade responsibility for ten centuries
and let her bleed
moment to moment
one harsh word to another
let us blunt off the topic of genocide
while you discuss the power behind the Nazi
and leave out American cartoons of the Japanese
what we leave is the calling of truth
and war is muted by a strength in numbers
that an intelligentsia guards the snake of war like ambitions
and you, Don Marquis, what do you do
Cast+
the forgotten heartaches that rest
because we can dream
when nothing of these arrivals
as they taint the earth we discover
I would have walked a thousand miles between us
I would not lift my index finger to welcome you
happier the dark whispers become what you have feared
to lie stranded
my hope erased
because your meaning is simple in its golden frame
when yesterday the sunlight was stronger
and you gave up on a promised redemption
but none of my concern
as the beauty of words are stilled
rise and cast it all like time