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We were once free – completely vulnerable yet safe

In our precious beginning – mixing our cries with air

We owned nothing but ourselves

Step – Happily surrounded with voluntary gifts

And there it went on and on through youthful years

Mind and heart produced and mattered

Tangible, lifeless objects and background noise

Still you owned (somewhat) disappearing things

Look, learn, feel the world – which is pleasing and insulting

Refuse to be a warden-prisoner of your gilded cages

Who was born to guard bloodless fancies – expensive and loveless

Guard and tenderly give the unprotected – with numbered names

Wealth in human ventures lightens any load

May your body carry and care for rediscovered smiles

Cough


Congressmen, Senators … you’re not done yet!

You must witness the fruits of your labor thus earn your bribe!

See before you the puss filled limbs, tumor infestation upon that single mother’s exposed breasts – don’t they arouse you

There’s the 10 year old boy weighing 40 pounds – please excuse his pre-existing AIDS 

He’s asking you, will I be okay? ANSWER HIM!! Fine gentlemen, indeed!

Exits are blocked by the chronically ill, fluidly dying, and the ignorant poor.

This is not your home! This is OUR CAPITOL! And you must watch our end, move the corpses, before you leave this place. COUGH!


You, my third biological factor
Ingrained and embedded – not welcomed
Loathing silently, wretched decades
Sweetness at the forefront – for outward consumption
Still under dark questions and darker answers
Don’t leave me, fear. Things happen, fear.
Oh yes, you’re my neurological pest and partner
How do I emaciate you? Erase harsh truth from any consideration?
I prefer to kill my ignorant fool – Hello again, frightened Me.


Let us forget our aged bodies
Shall we try another realm, angle or sphere?
Avert your adventurous eyes and lie, lie, lie
Summon a Rod Serling themed spiritual guide
Inhale intensified, mystical gyrations – on another’s skin
Phantom muscles contract, release, explode into void
Nothing and everything happened in a lovely corner
How kind is your motionless rapture, names are blissfully vacant

Benches


Environmentally assaulted in sunny rain poverty
Weathered green splinters awful – yet coveted
Where else do little chicas sit? Graffiti wall is for boys
Covered, shaded, maintained green
Perfect for adolescent trendy and tormentors alike 
Vacant classroom for freshman nomadic poor
Cruelty discovers another living place – soul breaking work
Pack of privilege climbers surveying the terrain
Mentally thrashing many from a lovely corporate park bench
I just want a paycheck, pleasantries and respect
Final class war comically ends here – spine, legs turn on me
Latina sits on smooth white plastic shower bench
I’m sure I prefer the splinters and weathered green


Sanitized licentiousness and savagery – promised by forked tongue
What else is in the deal? Stars, moon? Eternal forgiveness … yes
And when the music stops with wet blood upon hands
Avert all eyes so easily and accuse a beloved soul
The masses misdirected. Doggerel verses dancing on tongues, in heads
Blameless, all are blameless – still punishment is doled out
He, she, black and brown spoke sass loudly – qualifications are met!
We were ordered. Fear? yes, of course and there was the matter of a promise
Everyone knows the wind was high and the promise loves to fly


Preferences in numbered ambiguities
Only for some not all
Centuries of bloated, pompous ramblings –
Speak through a well hearted head!
Were we always free to worship God, firearms and poisonous wealth
Yes, in quiet corners, behind shut doors
Don’t quote me on that –
this press is not free and that relic is illegible
Idolaters of weaponry seated at gilded tables –
roles are reversed
Well-manicured turncoats covet your guilty steal –
Listen … they are laughing
Shall they search and seize your neighbor’s home –
Help is a fool’s dream
Nationless human beings –
take one million gasps, humbly head south to disputed land 


With blazing splendor, ostentatious noise .. is this really our hope
Conjured excitement or perhaps programmed response
Happy humans in earshot – smile, laugh, leap into a ridiculous atmosphere
Heart and mind are worshipping the cold newness of their sky
Exposed hands protest the tundra treatment – arthritic rudeness equals end
Scuttling, embracing and predictions in full view – for lunar-earth summation
Nonetheless, Birth the androgynous child – named two-thousand seventeen

Poorly Welcomed


Nothing. Eyes say nothing to blind soul

No valuables at first glance – look closer and simpler

Ears receive laughable gibberish

Poor eyesore noise maker … just go away

Wait! Papers, name, residence .. English, lousy jihadist!

Isis getup. Guilty – all over you! Cry louder sand man!

Enough regulated hate to stifle an American dream

He, she and we are free! Turn away our Jesus because he’s from the middle east?

No peace without Him – kneel with humility and reverence

 

 

 

The Elements


Joy of adorned paper torn and crumpled
In treasured corners they lay
Empty boxes too pleasing to discard
Thank you for guarding the gifts
Printed well wishes of joy and sentiment
Merriment filled memories, the sacred goal? Yes?
All charming and lovely, still I want more
My blessed hand in yours is housed perfection
All other elements stand behind My Love