We’re still here

We are living among ghosts

Standing shoulder to shoulder 

Touched by their light 

At the far reaches of the universe 

There are stars sending us light 

By the time this light reaches us 

Their stars have long since, died

But their light goes before them

And there are galaxies 

That have lived for billions of years 

Watching as we evolve 

If you measure the expanse of their light…by 6500 years…it doesn’t add up…you would extinguish space…

You are light 

You are love 

Don’t let someone’s small mind 

Extinguish who-what-you are.

Don’t let them shut the windows and the light out of your house.

This weekend 

Seven continents marched 

Hold your head up high 

Hundreds of thousands of women and men 

Stand with you 

You are on the right side of history 

And laugh it off 

If you can 

A lot of these 

Who don’t understand 

Are all about going back to an original intent 

The 50s 

But hell 

They still believe the earth is flat so why stop there

Just go all the way to the 1650s 

And they might not be able to tell a lie

But they have blank binders full of alternative facts…

And they are here to protect you from hoaxes 

Such as the EPA and Climate Change and The Globe Earth

Cry it off if you can 

Why are we marching ? 

Because you’ve only been able to vote for half a century 

And you are not protected by our constitution 

One executive order 

One mandate 

And you would lose your right to vote 

You would become once again 

Property

Because ten white men shouldn’t be able to alter your health care 

Because women’s rights are human rights 

And they can believe whatever they want 

But to look at someone else 

And pass laws against them 

Because they don’t believe the same 

That’s why we march 

keep walking forward
You are not 

An item on an agenda 

A helpmate 

Or less

You are a woman 

You are your own 

Seven continents stand with you 

History stands with you 

I stand with you. 

And we’re still here.

-Regardingsamel.com 

The Margins 

I had this feeling

That I would write

Everyday about you

I got this feeling

That I had never lived

All the shit that happened

Before didn’t matter now

And

Yes,I know,

Past the scholarship

The star north

The heart break

The shit we take

Dust off the shoulder

A little bit older

Strong enough 

To be colder

You can’t take what you can’t break

And you can’t break when you try 

To please – appease – the user – abuser
I knew that would be a good way to lose her
When all you want is to loose her 

And to be alone 

She tops herself 

On her own 

Walking on the surface of the sun 

She’ll bring a light to the night 

The gravity 

Moving her energy 

From her lips 

To

The pockets of her jeans

Everything else 

Is shit so forget about it 

Dust off the shoulder

Everyone’s older

So just get over it 

I knew I would write about you 

Every day 

How could I live without you 

Love without you 

Anyway. 

It’s all notes in the margins. 

Her secrets are behind her shades of lipstick 

And it would be a shame if you can’t read. 

-regardingsamuel.com 

The Quiet Heart 

The 

Quiet 

 running 

Of my heartbeat 

My eyes struggle 

To find anchor 

This is what we – I -was

Afraid of 

Out of sight 

The night 

That held  the moment 

The double breathing 

Shuddering 

In my 

Chest 

And I 

Remember it 

The phone in my hand 

Your voice on the  end 

And I can’t get to you 

But I feel it 
You had your seizure 

Before I could call 

Before I could hold you 

It was a moment 

And now it’s gone 

But I feel it strong 

You right there 

Alone 

– Regarding Samuel.com 

Beagle in the City #116

Simon: I don’t like it here. Let’s get burritos instead. 

Ethan: Hey, that’s not a good partner. We’ve got a case. We’ll get pizza and beer after. Well, you’ll get coffee. I’ll get beer.

Simon: What if there’s ghosts here. Or -witches- with -cats. 

Ethan: That’s what we want. I thought you were supposed to be good at hunting. 

Simon: I am good at hunting. Nachos. Not ghostly ponchos. But I’m even better at running. Look at this  aerodynamic body. I’m like a sports car. 

Children singing in the other room 

Ethan: I’ll open the door and you scope it out.

Simon: …

Ethan: Simon? Simon? Where’d you go?

Cell phone rings. 

Ethan: Where’d you go?

Simon: Hey,dad. I thought I better get a start on those pizzas. How’s my time? I bet that’s a world record. I’m like Richard Petty.

This house we build 

How many lists

Against myself

Will I create

With these hands?

This body

Every 12 months

Annually

Shows itself

How much it got wrong

How much does anyone really live 

Inside the number 12?

I will not hate

I will not punish

I will not compare

I have too too much

To live for

And too few days

Inside the hours

Inside the minutes

Circling the seconds

Waiting for the sun set

This year

I will create lists 

Of what I love 

I will grow forward

For me 

And for you 

I will mark every part 

Of your body 

That you’ve been told to hate 

With kisses 

And name it my favorite 

Until you understand 

We only have this 

Right now 

We will never be this young again 

Before we know it 

The sun will be setting 

Over another year 

Anther room 

Another list 

Of things we’d change 

But I love all of you 

And I carry you with me 

Everywhere I go 

Even into that sunrise

Where fantasy is better than reality

I don’t want want anything other than the house we build 

Walking together 

Naming our favorite spaces

Our favorite secret places 

And what we did there. 

-regardingsamuel.com