Why is it that
you do not hear ??
Too impatient ?
What I say is relevant.
Contains some details
of the moment-
is always rooted in
unknown childhood fears-
is tinged with some
awesome experiences and
sometimes a rarely seen tear.

I do not need your
reassurance-
your impatience.
I still find my satisfaction.
My search endures-
unravels-
I am spinning
designs of peace.

Paris burns
because
someone does not
listen with their minds heart-
does not help-
does not hear the frustration of
the reasonable struggles
of yearning for just change
and not knowing how to
make these changes
happen.
The middle road is best.

Yet I also burn
because I too
need to be heard.
Listen - Listen
and the embers will cool down.

In this universe
old stars redden and die.
Young blue stars emerge.
The young must not
be driven to
a point of
painting red revolution.
Stay cool.
Blue jazz-
Blue soothing music-
soothing the soul
comes from
listening deep within
to the
very core
of your own universe.

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