Verkakte!
Unheimlich!
Verjakte!
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Doesn’t Everyone?
Sometimes I ache.
It’s part of being me.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I fear
that which I can not control.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes my pain and fear
drive me to unwise actions.
Doesn’t everyone’s?
Sometimes I regret
the consequences of those acts.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I hope
I can be a better soul.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I pray
for a divine guiding hand.
Doesn’t everyone?
Sometimes I love.
Doesn’t everyone?
Doesn’t everyone?
You Always Have a Choice
You can plan your death
but it’s much more effective
to choose how you’ll live.
Today, We Vote!
Today we hold the middle ground
Lest we make a prophesy
Of Yeats’ “Second Coming”-
“The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
One Nation, On The Rocks
Shall we rest idle
As narcissists run amok
Or stand in opposition?
Friends, Family, and Loved Ones.
As we prepare for this Memorial Day; a time to honor and thank all of those who sacrificed their lives to assure that our American society could continue, I would like to take a few minutes to propose a little thought experiment.
My purpose is to cast neither blame nor judgement but rather to inspire contemplation and encourage conscious choice in our celebratory behavior.
Many of us will gather in groups, Monday, to pay tribute to our fallen ancestors. Imagine you are there, in that gathering now, well before you actually arrive. Think about this example, and let your conscience be the guide to your personal behavior.
Picture in your mind, the celebratory environment you plan. Imagine the size of the crowd. Think about the personalities of the people with whom you will be gathering. Consider their occupations and the number of people they must interact with daily and the closeness of those interactions. Contemplate, based on those factors, how many of the people gathered will be wearing masks and how many will not. Honestly and fearlessly reflect on whether you or your immediate family will be masked or unmasked. Do you have that image firmly in your mind?
Now comes the hard part- please read the remainder with an open mind and do not assume any prejudice!
Imagine that at the culmination of the celebration, a time comes for everyone in the crowd to draw a handgun and fire all rounds straight up, into the air- kind of a all guns salute to the fallen. Appropriate, since we are honoring those who fell in battle to assure our freedom.
Thinking back of the image you formed earlier of your holiday crowd, imagine that all those wearing masks are firing blanks and all those without are firing live rounds.
Ask yourselves, in all honesty, would you wish that you and your family, friends, and loved ones were also wearing military helmets or had, even, chosen to celebrate somewhere else?
Savage Waters
This disease leaves wounds,
rivers both wide and deep.
Too deep for fording
and much too wide for bridges,
so we build ferries
and brave treacherous waters,
holding connections
to our loved ones long estranged
by these savage waters wide.
A Statesman’s Prayer
When we disagree,
can we not remain civil
and work to find common ground?
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You know I love our country,
as I know you love it too.
Let us not cast stones!
A Tangle But No Tumult
Basking in the balm
of this fire sale we lit,
ashamed at my schadenfreude,
yet still gleeful, all the same.
Regardless Our Intent
With every action,
We nudge ourselves closer to
paradise or perdition.
Internal Locus Lost
What Narcissism!
Forgetting how to control
both temper and car,
he lays heavy on his horn
trying, vainly, to control
actions of other drivers.
His Master’s Voice?
They must think us dogs
salivating to their bells
doing tricks for tiny treats!
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And how can they not
when we drool at every cue
playing games they tell us to?
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Is there any choice?
After all, they hold the cards
and set the rules we must regard.
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Why must we regard
their arbitrary edicts
when their only care
is their self-serving interests?
Bite the hands that feed, I say!
Ignore their strident bellows!
Exercise our every freedom!
Let us run across the meadows!
On The Borderline Again
His smarmy tongue waggles,
weaving glowing gossamers, clouding hearts and minds
with mists of glittering unreason.
His garbled glossolalia
explains inexplicable,
defends indefensible,
justifies vast injustices.
Before his words, miasmas
of fecund decay shift,
begins to resemble aromas
of lavender and roses.
Venomously,
crass caresses
of slimy snake oil
conceal cuts of serrated steel.
Hope and reason succumbs
to resignation and despair.
Luminous hope drowns struggling
in seas of gilded sludge.
As growing thick dark shrouds
envelop all, he pauses,
draws breath, smiles.
In that instant his spells shatter!
Plug your ears, Ulysses!
There are no second chances.
Leave Loyalty Unquestioned
Name me not Traitor
Because I hold different views
On our country’s course
From those beliefs held by you.
One of us must be
Horribly mistaken but
Question not my Allegiance!
Aroil in Pain 