Air Day

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    Air Day

    it's not you who has the problems
    its the world
    what they see through clear eyes is their demise
    and the high tides of life
    screeching to a stop
    fingerprinting the ground with their every remark
    make their mouths stop breathing these poisonous fumes
    your unclean air makes my nose hurt 
    just a little bit more.
    i find myself allergic to your hate
    all the stereotypes and people fighting not to be the same
    conforming to judgement
    let's end discrimination
    don't put it in the media
    leave it out
    it's not something we should talk about
    just let it be forgotten
    let's clear the air
    i declare today AIR DAY
    where we stop puffing cigarettes 
    and passing another joint
    plant some trees here
    pass the peace in my direction 
    and i'll send it back in yours
    open your mouth to sing
    sing the brilliant songs of mercy
    sing to the ecclectic, electric songs
    dream your dreams
    things you may never see
    just know that the sweet leaves
    the grass and the trees
    the wind plays out for us
    the strum of the leaves in the trees
    the whistle of the birds, the buzzing little bees
    the earth is a beautiful place
    you gotta take it in every way that you can
    whether you're sober or high
    livin' or dyin'
    the grass is green either way
    the sky will always bleed rain
    and nourish your soul
    to breathe my way
    notice our hearts still beat the same
    our five fingers grip the stone
    and we push it away together
    your eyes squint to the sun like mine
    doesn't matter if you're black, gray, or white
    we're all in the spectrum
    and we can all
    make that beautiful tune
    one note at a time
    even add a little rhyme
    if it so suits you :)
    3-22-09

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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