• Julissa Neely

The way you move

The rise and the fall of your bird as she sings

Over cracking earth with her golden wings

The turning winds

The expression of this

Reason not to move

Reason not to lose

The beauty of the air she breathes

Singing it out in her mother tongue

The day I was born I was made to hum

A tune full of promise

A symphony in three octaves

Done with greed

Done with inhumanity

Her love songs brought us

Laughter in the kitchen

Sun on the sand

Your hand in my hand

The shadow was gone

Of the death toll song

Turned to an eternal tune

Our souls together

Our love a light

Before we knew shame

Before there was blame

Before the reason was taken away

In silence, we shudder at the ripped sky

Stars careening in milky mirrors

Will we hang in the shadows and whisper we’re done

Taking chances, done dreaming, done dancing

Done believing in anyone

Will we hang on the edges of some future sun

Will we witness the battle to come

Slay our dragons, breath our fire

Fight our way out of the hum of a haunted desire

We asked for nothing because that’s all we knew

A history of burned books and careful arrangements

Wise men and fools who believed they could save us

If they could keep us from knowing the truth

Love is the proof


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  • Julissa Neely

Updated: Feb 14

You say it too easily

This word

Love

You throw it around

Like a fist in a glove

You sway and you break

The passionate fake

You twist and you shove

The confusion you hug

Crystalline under bent and

broken ways to commend

The great truce the great trend

To pretend it’s not over

To make amends

I hear your whisper your words shiver

Down the shrine, you erected in time

To proclaim yourself a hero

A real big zero behind the edge of your

tune you hum it

You run it up the flagpole at noon

This quivering shivering shake

The earth shifts the heart takes

A bow at the edge of the news

You work your way through the crowd and you choose

The ribbon colors of death and doom

You wrap them around your terrible news

That love is a lie and hate is the truth

The accidental masses

careen and carouse

Anesthetized until they drown

In your words and your saccharine speeches

Then out of nowhere flies a fluttering bird

with lighted emerald eyes that are stern

Up the tree down the valley

Sent to rally the ones who refuse

The lie the dealer the wintery rake

Cold and forgotten in your turn of the phrase

You can’t shake

Needle to the vein to anesthetize the brain

I won’t take it for granted you heard the news

Love is a river

Love is a fuse

To light up the sky to lift up the eyes

To be the surprise

That wins back the crowd

The bird of wisdom

The words of truth

The loveless gives them

Something to choose

Holding close

Calling back

Listen to the wind

Wait for the crack

This whispered anthem

Love is found




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  • Julissa Neely

We will sleep the night away in wakeful dreams or somber serenades

as we dance toward tomorrow

Take my hand love

Slip your arm around my waste

Touch my lips

Let the wings of wisdom sip from this winters cup

Made for love

Why do we hate

Made for love

What is this fate

That brings such darkness and such pain

Made for love

Made for love


We were carved in canyons of a deep desire

to find someone who does not aspire

Who only lives and breaths in love

Who only knows the perfect sun beating down on river streams

Where dandelions and lilacs and lovers dream eternal bliss

Nothing to take

Nothing to give

This world of ours born of fate


When earth touches sky and mountain high carries us into the night

Where there is no fear, nothing to hide

Naked beautiful, and bold

Never angry, never close to regret, you haven’t lost me yet

I walked with you in the morning dew with birds and butterflies and a chorus of

new melodies new words to say in silence or song

Swept away


Made to love, not made for hate

Made for love then this twisted fate

Turned fist to glove turned us to hate

To turn in shame

To turn our face from our reflection

To cloak ourselves in ragged riches

Compared to the beauty of paradise

It’s a beggars banquet of empty delights

Sick from the sweetness

Sick from the heat

Sick from the pounding heels on city streets

Covered in scars and invisible bars

In earthy hours, minutes, and days

we cannot wake; we cannot sleep

We are cold and hot and worn to the bone

Factory steam rising up where the robots gleam

And earn their sum

We stare and gape upon our screens

At strangers lives and strangers deaths

At the crowds of people, we will forget

As this year’s stories fade from site

The clock strikes midnight

All asleep all dream

Will we remember ourselves as we are today

Full of some love or hate or sadness or joy

Some conversation some regret

Some feeling we can’t shake

Will today be any different from tomorrow

Will we know how to love or speak or wake any better or stand any taller in the face of the winds and worries of each bend in the road

Will we will be free or found chained to some illusion

some New Year’s resolution we didn’t need to make


Life takes itself too seriously

In an instant, we are gone

Will they remember me

Will I be better off tomorrow

We lift our glasses and make a toast

Should old acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should old acquaintance be forgot

In the face of Old Langsyne

Do you remember that time when we……..?


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