All the times they talk on and on and I don’t care
All the times I talk on and on and they don’t care

When we’re just looking for peace, for zen, for silence
Looking to be the mix of many things,
the enigma, the walking contradiction on opposite but equal legs

But no, we have to stand for something
We have to get drunk and peel the walls with words

If we agree, it’s preaching to the choir
If we don’t, no one changes their mind
And if a mind is turned, than what are we going to do with it
but preach to the choir again

Politics splits my spirit
Spirituality is corn-cheese politics
Art and style, that’s all that’s left
Why can’t we take it or leave it when it comes to politics or religion, like we do with art?
Why do these subjects grind the guts so much, too much?

Maybe it’s because politics and religion are possing as a science, a definite
When actually little in science has even been proven
We’re still floating
It’s all relative
It’s all what you make it
Like art

The academics, the preachers, the baby-kissers aside
When the heart opens
When the grey areas are aloud to exist
That’s when true diplomacy and true compassion flows freely forward

[For A Good Time
Contact Poet:
Wes Heine
Infinigon3@hotmail.com]