We - my brothers and sisters,
face OUR world each day
that has potential
anywhere
with anyone
to do the right thing,
the best thing,
the noblest thing,
the kindest thing,
the loving thing,
the safest thing,
the free thing,
the humane thing,
the honorable thing.
AND Yet
We see
And we hear
Of the atrocious
The deplorable
The worst
The saddest
The hateful
The wasteful
The wrongful
The heartrending
The unhealthy
The despicable
And we, my brothers and sisters
We wait
Holding our breath
Because we think we are incapable of goodness
On a grand scale
We think the ship that carries
the heroes and heroines
That has the money and the real estate,
that has the time and can fight crime
unmasked and unasked
Has come in or is possibly coming to shore
But the truth is it will not
It can not
It shall not
And never can.
Why? Why you ask?
Because we are all in the same boat.
We all breathe the same air
Under the same heavens
And yet...
And yet...There is still no excuse to excuse us from meeting the sunrise
With hope in our hearts to spread it anew.
So hey WE! Yeah, you and me, we have to be the people together.

Love to Us,

From Us.

-Melanie Davis June 2, 2014

Built in solid confidence
As a rampart
Made from everlasting spirit
And a strong heart
With a sway into precious bower
Laughter spills golden
A deeper rhythm transcends
Calling to those lovingly beholden
A party in play or play in party
Is the friendly court
Led by none in charge but who happily meet
An affable and merry sort
Growing swells of tenderness
To the music are spins in the dance
Gentle steps and faster jumps
For many a delightful chance
Carried on the silky breeze
The people in their song
A garden of heavenly gathering
Their presence as the day is long
Is they who walk in and out
In each and every season
Gratefulness is expressed
As there is no other reason
My friends! My friends!
Stay as and when you will
             for all are welcome here.

Melanie Davis May 19th, 2016

Put Out Your Best

Feed the poor
Open the door
It is a knocking I hear
Turn the handle my dear
The share you share is a gift
Break bread and give it a lift
Realize that fear in you
Is what's tearing you in two
Open the door
For the one knocking is your sister and broth'or
Give it gladly a mighty tug
Lay out the red rug
Prepare a feast
With what all you have and not the least
Because the reward is all being fed
And a good night's rest in bed

Melanie Davis 3/10/2014

I KNOW WHAT I AM BUILT FOR

People tellin' me on the big screen
It's over
People tellin' me on little screen
It's over
All I have to say is
FUCK THAT NOISE!
FUCK THAT NOISE!
FUCK THAT NOISE!

The Man in the Red Hat
Tellin' me it's over
The Woman in the Pantsuit
Tellin' me it's hopeless
To not fight
To not march
To not chain myself
to my brother and sister
Because they are worth fighting FOR
This is not an Aristocracy
This was a Democracy
This is now an Oligarchy
But we will fight it
Til we get our COUNTRY

We can philosophize
We can satiricize
We can paralyze
We can fantasize
But it won't be NOTHING
Until we realize
Until we socialize
Until we can vocalize
And we open our eyes
Then it will be SOMETHING

We might have to march
We might have to show up
We might have to hurt
We might have to cry
We might have to laugh
We might have to say goodbye
But I read it was once said
"A Ship is safe in Harbor
But that is not what it was built for."
What were we built for?
My answer? This ship was built to Bern!

Til then when they tell you it's over
Do you sing?
Or do you tell them
FUCK THAT NOISE?!

- Melanie Davis

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Can't say I blame you
when this world get's so tough
So much to get through
at times it's enough.
No matter which way I slice it
The knife won't make it fair
I try to still it but it won't quit
Even with my last gulp of air
Nobody seems to get a piece
Of peace

There's too much going on
This life we make
So much of, then it's gone
This life is life's take
Circular, cyclical, ringing
Laughing, cringing, crying, singing
Dancing, walking, dying, standing and kneeling
Sleeping
Feeling

For once warm your wings
in the sun, unthaw your step
so you may soar as queens or kings
Wide awake from the slumber you slept
Collecting dust no more
On fire now in your core

Take your expectations off
the pedestal
Loose them to the wind oft
For life will use mortor and pestle
To send your control aloft
As we do not allow, but instead interfere with what comes
Too afraid to tread
Wipe away these crumbs
Allow glory to raise it's head
Creation's wheel includes us
We were meant to be here
This much should be clear
Made by nature to be
Not a Footnote but an Epiphany!

Melanie Davis 1/6/2013

Anxiety Attack

Calmly!
Calmly!
A lump in my throat protests
The panic sets alight a fire blooming
A measure of air gulping into my lungs
A scrambling pressure
Pulling me under
A current of primal terror
Crushing
Me


Melanie Davis January 4, 2015

A Song in my head

"I haven't left
I haven't right
I have centered
And seen the light
My hands tremble
My feet are tired and often stumble
My back it aches and longs for slumber
Eyes droop and lips mumble
The lull of momentary tranquility
Pours into weary bones
Wrenching fluid marrow
Joints singing like rattling stones
Such catastrophic complaints
Render my efforts plain
I have only regrets and heartaches
That come from worldly pain"

He sang it with hopeful thought
of those who might hear him
 the man on the street corner
His hands crooked and bent around a cup
With eyes that meet mine
For the 100th time
His song in my head as I pass him by
Knowing today, tonight nor tomorrow 
that I will not be the last to hear his cry
Until he is like a unseen mystery gone

 - Melanie Davis January 2nd, 2015