Help me name this poem

This is a story in the form of a poem. I need a name for it and I am open to suggestions!

In the fractal branches of trees

Though in the morning I was brought to my knees

So much ickiness in the world, geeze

I looked out the window

Christmas came a few days late, that is all

I watched the snow fall

A smile spread across my face

I felt a choice inside

And I chose the choice to raise

Raise the light in the dark

Be the song of the lark

And when, although it seemed to me the world had no use for what I could bring

I chose anyway to at least say YES to the light that I am here to sing

I listened and asked

And received and believed

And a whole coffee shop was lifted up

As fountains of peace flowed

From a latte cup

They have a killer brownie

I felt led to get one

It’s a mouth-bliss spree

But why call it killer? For literally years I’ve been trying to get them to change the name

To something less insane

Peace

Orgasmic

Ecstatic

Bliss

Could you name is something that makes you want to kiss

Instead of associating pleasure with death

With violence

Send my condolence - your brownie brought the end

This is not the message I know the owner wants to send

In the past people nodded politely and or with amusement when I ran my suggestions by their open but shoulder shrugging selves

But now that the world is what it is

Old good ideas are take off shelves

The heart listens instead of the head

And when I ask for peace, the resonance is astounding

It is the heaven landing

Grounding

Brownying

And the Barista whom I haven’t seen since he went to Saudia Arabia

To make a film about women’s boxing

In a country where women can’t walk around a hotel without a man to keep them in their box

Where lovemaking is so tightly controlled for women

But upper class men are known to import young girls for their cocks

And before this barista had left, we’d have some good talks

And now back, we aligned on the power of helping one another, how the people in his hotel all stuck together, to help one another, so no woman had an issue, always had a supportive friend for cover

And he talked about tough it is, when the good things come from the bad

And I told him, I get it, I’ve felt so sad, but for now we’ve got to use the difficulties to catapult us free, into a loving, sane world, yet also, change can be fast when we create a vibration in which those sinister agendas can no longer exist

We do this with our love and creativity, not our fist

We do this with our sovereignty

With our soul, with our bliss, with our wings up high to Source and our feet on the earth, each step a kiss

He told me there, the creepy thing is no one steals, because pretty much everything is punishable by death

It’s an astounding sick justification for fascism’s wreath

The killer, the crown of thorns

Fascism comes in many forms

When the end justifies the means

But the end, in truth is the counter of the butcher

Polished, yet unclean

And when I put in for the name change on the brownie

My barista friend - well he was downie

He told me he’d tell the owner

And my idea would be shown her

And we talked about

vibration can change things faster

when we all come together and use those hardships as fuel

To undo what is cruel

Until eventually the distortion loses the duel

At the table next to where my now barely adult child and husband sat

Was an extra chair, and I asked for that

A nice older man said, “You can have all of them, as though I had three more people, or least a cat

And I said, “Oh thank you; but I just need this one - I’ll leave some for your imaginary friends, won’t that be fun”

And he told me about Fudd, the friend that he had before childhood fantasy was done

And another woman told me about her friend who lived in the traffic lights and made them change

And I said, “We don’t really much about what electrons really are or how they work, so for all we know, your friend lives in the lights and manages green red and orange, the walk and the don’t walk, and they laughed and I asked the other woman in their group

If she had an imaginary friend as part of her childhood troop

She said not that she could remember, so she couldn’t give me the scoop

I said, “Well if you did, and she could grant any wish for the world, however great, what would it be?”

“Stop bombing Gaza” was the answer that fell from her tongue with passion, yet easily

“I stand for peace too,” I said heartfully

I am half Jewish and I was born into a little commune that was Sufi

I told them about the brownie and they loved the name change I idea

And I put it out there that, if calling it “Peace,” at this time seemed to controversial

It - the brownie that is - could. be called Inner Peace or Quantum Peace

No one cared about being controversial in that coffee shop

In that one moment, we had a stop

And when turned my voice past the counter to the latte maker

And said, “Hey, these people also want us to stop being a life taker, want the brownie to serve as a Peacemaker”

And I mentioned the other less loaded choices

He said, “I think either is good,”

And with jovial spirits, we raised for our peaceful voices

Because inner peace and quantum peace are fertile

And so is saying it like it is

When into the darkness before the light we see so many aspects of life hurtle

Yet JOY is the antidote

The answer

The prayer

And as we said good bye

After vibing on how it’s hard to change reality from the nuts and bolts

But on the quantum level

We can change the water level

So that our highest dreams of heaven floats

Like the 100th monkey effect

A few committed, vibrantly vibrating people

Can unpixilate the dark agendas by simply shining such a bright light that the new is birthed in its place

We can do this together, with our sovereignty and love and innocent wonder

Filling our holy world, our entire space

The older fellow I first talked to at the table, who’d lent our little crew a chair

Said, “It’s so nice to run into someone who is full of joy”

And I was so glad I choose to raise, to praise

Instead of giving in to old gloom’s ploy

Ahoy Ahoy Ahoy

We are Here

We Are Joy

Copyright Alicia Kwon 2023

Created without using any AI

The dragon below used to live inside but has become a wild, free dragon. Spring or Winter, Summer, Fall.

Unlimited by Definitions

Now a Snow Dragon

Later a Mudwing

A Silver Wing

A Sun Scaled Light Be-er

Sometimes on a table

Sometimes ensconced in grass

This Dragon know how to be a divine, loving Badass

What name would you give the Dragon you see?

What name would you give this poem

That is dedicated to a peaceful Humanity living its sovereignty Joyfully?