It'll Be Okay/revised version

 

It's not that there's nothing

new, it's all new. That blue

color is not the one

you remember, but the

one you are experiencing,

 

and at the same

time, you bring everything you are, crushing into dust,

with you. Green becomes something

more than a new miraculous dream when

you decide to touch someone

with your love. You know

 

this to be true. How often

do we dare the universe

to show us again, and again

that we are here, made of

the same sorrows as before, please

open that window please?

 

All knowledge is left on

the nun's doorstep in a

desperate basket that

can either be a casket

or a bed for awakening

after new sunrise.

Bonus poem:

Fly by Darryl Price

 

Love, how can I

Be you if I

Can't even see you?

Who is buried in

Your grave. Love, I

Don't belong to your

Generation any more. Love,

Don't you recognize me?

 

Love, stop talking your

Fascist nonsense, you're scaring baby

Jesus. Tell me what

You want. Love, why,

Must you always get

Me into more trouble? Love,

You've been such a

Bad judge of character,

 

Mine and everyone else's.

Love, let me give

You my new address.

Love, I can no

Longer feel your hand

Beneath my heart. Love,

We were very young

Once. Love, you are

 

A fraud and I am

Your proud fool once more like

No other. Love, I

Am not worthy to

Hear another useless apology from you.

Love, I can't find

My way home. Love,

I am from the lonely

 

Planet Earth. I have

Not come in any kind of peace.

Love, don't you understand—

Your spell is always

Killing me where I

Stand. Love, I brought the

Music you asked for, what happened?

Love, take these words away. dp