Empath

May be a chicken
Might be a duck
Listen with the heart
If we’ve got any luck
To be held to be listened to
Objectively so
What do we gain from
Attracting these people
Where solitude is not
Treasured and protection
Descoped

Connect me to the intimate
What do we sustain when we’re alone?

Respect the dignity of others
Focus on the compass of your heart

We can’t sacrifice our space
To diffuse self imposed rejection

The fire is burning without us
How shall we dance to call the flames
Calm the brimstone that surrounds us

Call the the wild of loving kind
People voices of understanding
Compassionate energies

Might be a chicken
May be a duck
Don’t smother your authentic self
Listen for the call of love

© GÄ

Ducks

He was forgetting because
Change was pretty stupid
After finding the formula
And being perpetually bad at math

No one stopped to ask him
How things were coming along
Everything looked so put together
Peering in from the outside
There was no need to wonder
If it was working just how he did it

Maintaining a smile while
Keeping the peace he had
Perfected his ability to find reverie
Stepping around, not beyond bounds
As well careful not to mince words

No more questions to others
About how people end up so guarded
Now that he was older the reason
Made presently obvious
Yawning was even a pleasure

He could see the grass crawling
Up in between the cracks of the sidewalk
It felt like nature was winning
In some way though the human intrusion
Was grossly apparent

No lobbying for amnesty
Just a brush on a canvas
Chatter from any bird
A duck’s quackery
Could answer his call
In the lifelike pond he faired

© GÄ