An Ending

Veneration vanquished by time and space
Resplendent glow tucked softly
In crevices deep, but never far
Untouched, but touched so long ago
Eternally fuels complacent yearning
Coveted not, but pure
     Resigned
          Hopelessly gone
              Never forgotten

From Under

Starting over
again
from
under
the world
that doesn’t
exist
anymore.

Lost promises
of
youth
of
hope
of peace
failed states
wanton
dreams
of
freedom
almost
found.

Really?

Suspended in time
so long ago
are the ifs of
tomorrow
turned today

lost in
ocean and gold
remnants
of the softest
kisses
ended.

Spilled Milk

Sad eyes cast down
on a future
turned sour
like milk on the counter
splashed and left
relentlessly
waiting for someone
else to pick up the pieces
or clean the spill
whichever comes first

weapons for the strong

nonviolence is a weapon for the strong
gathering on high – gathering on low
forced from and to away from conflict
mired by strife yet victorious
Stoic in responsive passion of
breaths not taken and life unlived
though living prevails through discord.

feed not on the grains of humanity’s blood
seek not for ends of means for aggression gain
dispassionate and humble spirit rise loud
to oblivious voices of reckless leaders
distant to the call of the oppressed masses
clustering…cloistering for the weapon of the strong

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"p"rince

Perfectly
Placed
Pillows
Hide
Screams in the night


Manacled
Mephistopheles
in
Faust’s form
Flees
Captors
Incapable
of justice found
or justice lost
or any
Justice at all

I Wonder

I stare out at them

And wonder
What each world is like
Behind the eyes that watch
Me guide them
Through skip counting
And Calabria
With Tomie DePaola
And poaching
With Roald Dahl
And spelling
And journeys around the world
And back again

I wonder
When I see their crisp dresses
Or dirty shirts
Or tear stayed faces
When they come fed
Or hungry
Or bruised
Or not
What their lives are like
And how much more
They need from me
Than reading and writing
And math and science

I wonder
How what goes on
In their lives
And how some of them
Can even concentrate at all.

journey lost

death surge on the eve
of a nocturnal journey home
piercing, resounding noise sans melody
hidden message of the day
calling hate to reside in hearts
to weak for life and love and harmony

distorted subgenre growls to eden lost
and exodus found on the shores
of blackened blasphemy minus hope
minus worth
minus destiny
minus hope

S.B.S

I don’t hear them when they shout
I don’t care if they can’t be
I don’t want to make it stop
It doesn’t matter much to me

How long must I look?
How long ‘til you go?
Why can’t you not see?
You don’t matter much to me.

Broken knots and tattered rags
Piled along the crowded sand
Torn apart and cast away
No one left to take a stand

Battle not for me to fight
Battle not for me to care
Battle fought for freedom lost
Battle not for us to share

Rage

acrimony breeds silence
in the passage of time
lost souls in a vision of rage
profoundly fixed on a caprice
of formidable doubt

disparage the sunrise on the banks of tomorrow
while yesterday gloats of lost dreams
and perfection glazed and toppled
on the banks of the river of dreams

Of a Strange Nature

Take thy forfeiture
In the cold chill
Of a crimson dawn
Shylock revisited
On the land
That time forgot

Away, away
Lest dawn creep
Lightly into day
Away, away
Lest sons begot
Stand not the fray

A pound of flesh
Beyond reason
Amid the city
That stands beside
Cardboard houses
In place of dreams
Gone by.

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Seven

Don’t wish it away
Lest it works in reverse
And captures the stars
In the heavens that fall
While he refuses to shine
And shines no more

Copernicus hasty in decision
Cast celestial spheres on
The brink of discovery
Revolutionary…
For stars
For love
For life
For money.

Heliocentric seven
Proficiency found.

Brothers and Kings Before Them

Creon defied
Happiness denied
Immutable laws of heaven
Overwritten by man
Once again…in a land removed
From Creon
Under the guise of democracy
Death no longer proclaimed
But life with no relief from eight
While eight stand silent in the many words they speak
Look not on the backs of the brothers
For which she gave her life
For heaven’s mighty call
Life gone but not forgotten.
What are the unimportant little sins
That bare the brunt of time forced and forgotten.
What words are being painted by fain and fair?
Lives of persistence lost and poverty gained for free.
Both fight on the side of humankind
Neither the villain thou villain is he but gone
But gone, but gone, but gone away
Power befallen but rather be gone
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Be gone, but never forgotten.

For a While...

Once again
The world
Comes together
In the face
Of devastation
Obliteration
Desperation
Of a people
In ruins…

Without hesitation
Humanity matters
Without hesitation
We stand
Side by side
Without hesitation

For a while…
For a while

If only
For a while
Lasted
If only
Humanity mattered
Beyond
For a while.

Homeless No More

Fast and free she floated
Above the encampment
Blue tarps
Torn
Tattered
Home
A soiled Spiderman blanket
Two cups
One needle
Two blows
Violently vacant
Gone.

Orion

Friendly naïve
Hunter grand
Point me in the direction
Of Orion.
Celestial asterism
Three kings
Three sisters
Sweep across the heavens
Guide me on my quest
Towards home.

Freedom Lost

Human rights watch
As time ticks away
Broken promises on the backs of children
Forced labor
Here in freedom
Misnomer at best
For what know they
Of freedom found
Or freedom lost
And what know we
Of life, liberty and the freedom
Guaranteed by our forefathers
But so easily taken away.

Future

What is the next step
When the factories have gone
And the steel mills have closed
And the mighty smoke stacks of Allentown
Cease to billow and blow?

When Flint is a ghost town
And Sacramento is gridlocked in red ink
When prisons reap more than schoolhouses
And a dollar won’t buy a cup of coffee
Here or in a third world country?

The next step is to stand
To rise above the masked oppression
The next step is to take back our freedom
And live the lives our forefathers intended…
Or is this it?