#1<\/p>\n
how I wish for . …
\nhow I long for…..
\nhow I remember
\nthe breeze
\nwistful
\nbut comforting
\nas it blew
\nthrough the window
\nof my childhood room
\nin the afternoon
\nof a warm …
\nsunny
\nday
\nwhen summer
\nfelt more familiar
\nand more reliable
\nwhere the smell
\nof a hard rain
\nacross the soil
\nseemed rejuvenating
\nthe way
\nthe nature gods
\nhad designed it to be
\nunlike the present ~
\nthe seasons
\nlike summer
\nits timely pattern
\nof occurrence
\nits form of weather
\nappear out of wack
\nto me anyhow
\nno longer a boy
\nthis aged man
\nand yet ~
\nhow I wish for…..
\nhow I long for…..
\nhow I remember
\nthe breeze<\/p>\n
peace out<\/p>\n
#2<\/p>\n
this or that
\nhere or there
\nwhere is
\nthe head to toe
\nthe length
\nand breadth
\nof the matter \u00a0~
\nyou know
\nall the stuff
\nin between …..
\nwe can’t learn
\nto get from
\npoint A
\nto point B
\nwithout
\nexperiencing
\nand understanding
\nthe middle ……
\nso why then
\nthe impatient
\nand intolerant
\nresponse to \u00a0~
\nBlack Lives Matter …..
\n….. with
\nAll Lives Matter \u00a0~
\nfirstly
\ndon’t we need
\nacceptance
\nand then healing
\nthrough
\nthe communicative
\nprocess
\nof open
\ndialogue \u00a0~
\nthe bringing back to light
\nout of the darkness
\nall hidden
\nand suppressed
\npredispositions
\nand inhibitions
\ncausing
\nthe dis-ease
\nof social ills
\nso we can
\ncollectively
\nair out and release
\nall pain
\nsorrow
\nand regrets
\nto successfully
\nlet go
\nget past
\nand move on …..
\nintelligently \u00a0~
\nprogressively
\ntransitioning
\nas a people
\nalong the road
\nof enlightenment
\nand human
\ntransformation
\nyes we can
\nand must …..<\/p>\n
peace out<\/p>\n
#3<\/p>\n
I AM me
\nyou ARE you
\nain’t the
\nright
\nto choose
\nwhat
\nreally
\nmatters \u00a0~
\nequality
\nand justice
\nfor each
\nand every
\nperson
\nthe individual
\nain’t that
\nthe answer
\nto the riddle
\ncalled
\nfreedom \u00a0~<\/p>\n
peace out<\/p>\n
~Keith Alan Hamilton~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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