Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Bloody Sunday


When I told Robin I’d been recently hospitalized for intestinal hemorrhaging, she replied, “Age!” with an exclamation mark at the end.
Death gets us all at the bitter end, gets me, all my friends, my enemies.
Death claimed my best friend
Death follows me wherever I go
Along with age come thoughts of death
Know it’s coming, just not when. Wonder when we’ll breathe our last breath.
Realize mortality, no consequence if you lived slowly or fast
Our bodies not meant to last
All headed to the same ultimate destination
No avoiding this destiny, the roads you can’t out travel or unravel
Even those who last long
Say a little prayer for me
Meet their final demise, foe or friend
No one lasts, can’t outlive eventual age and then we find death or death finds us.
Either way could meet us.

Death defeats all
Death, our detonator,
We are one subversive nation under a godless nation
Each nation more fearless than the last
Bent on our destruction
Life a flamboyant dream – a mirror reality
Intend to wake up, find a new reality
Behavior more meaningful then worship
Of a God who doesn’t see
Look and See
Fears within
Domination cravings go both ways
Someone to lead, someone to follow
For livelihood or family
Not all of us have a choice
Life and death are abominations
Live and survive in illusion, idealization, analyzation, expectations, and explanations.
Nothing explains away inhumanity like fame and money combined

I want someone to get rid of our debt to China. Don’t want to live in the grace of their handouts and products we’re forced to consume, without knowledge of the cruelty involved in making them. I am tired of the cruelty of sweatshops where my crocs are made or clothes, tired of the cruelty in food production.
I want someone to stop the pain, someone who will hear the poor’s pleas about healthcare.
Someone to get rid of the lobbyists. As long as this system exists, the monetarists persist.
I want a government by the people, for the people, including the selected protected wealthy beyond words, minority.
We need a little enlightenment to destroy cruelty.
Live like architects of ourselves, build from bottom up.
Create a new society of enlightenment,
form a government for the people, by the people. 

Saturday, January 16, 2016

WINNING OR LOSING’S THE SAME

Always hear it’s how you play that counts.
We gave up our rights a long time ago,
So no wrongs, no rights
Only moments in time matter,
Impermanency, guts and bones,
Blissfully my pains survive
Explain away foul overcast weather
Umbrella soaked through,
Ignore gathering storm clouds
All about who you know
Who you think you know
But each day you know less
Care less everyday, careless.
Someone cares, someone
Somewhere someone cares,
Wonder why
People care about being right and winning.
Refuse to see they’re wrong.
Always someone else’s fault
Deny it all!
Losing is someone else duty,
Whoever’s there is here to win,
Can’t see their namesake beyond the cloud.
God says, “Pray to me, I’ll pass your name through humanity.
Fool’s gold, can’t win, can’t lose …
So finite down to here we stand today
Adverse time flits around in my mind
Believe we see eye to eye
Fame and fortune, silver platters,
Invest in harvesting DNA
Imagine they’re alive
In our planet’s new dawn,
Part of a stronger race will survive and thrive.
No one knows.
Words touch, we make momentary contact.
You feel you know me but I’ve never met you before.
I feel it in my bones.

Earth embraces spirit.
No one survives.
Say, betray, survey,
Afraid to eat tempeh  
They say it’s good but soy is one of the worst MSG offenders
I avoid.

Time promenades, afraid of no one,
Time has no demise
To pay the price
We march alongside her
Prisoners unwilling to be free
Sing in her flow, sting in her flow, glow in her flow
My body aches as time marches through me
Love courses through my veins
Bane of dreams, misted breaths,
Hurts hold on,
Sustain in sequestered drawers in our mind
Pull out to analyze sometimes,
Sometimes leave the drawer closed
Closed like a needle thrust deep into muscle,
Drawers exist to open
Opening and closing seasons,
Allergic to time, sounds flit around in my mind
Time is repugnant
Sensations stud me, prod and goad me
Like I’m a goat in a herd
Thank God someone gives meaning to hate
Preach love pounds pavement,  
Only love can save us
Follow like Roman slaves clawing to get in our graves
Oh Green, Green Rhapsody - I pray for phosphorescent mystery