creation…
Right on! Life is confusing, and with all the fuck ups, we need something to blame. Often, not the real source of the problem.
and man created satan
in his own image
to conceal his essence
thus having a viable
scapegoat
dark transfiguration…
GREAT!
once those nailed to a cross
stand upon solid ground
and have the nails removed
they grasp hammers and spikes
placing others on their crosses
when the time comes…
no need for words
nor belated tears
the stage is empty
the cast has gone home
no need for rehearsal
schooling…
child
you gots to learn
to be
proper
none of that
street talk
and
don’t you dare
use none of those
swear words
lord knows
i’ve tried
to
teach you
some manners
but
you’re always
fooling around
trying to be
so cute
and
clever
i’m telling you
for
your own good
you
gots
to learn
to be
proper
otherwise
black folks
are going
to treat you
like
they’re
white
bismarck’s…
Only if you let it. It depends how old you what to be when the ends comes. I have been in nursing homes, and for these folks, the end was not pretty.
cream filled pastries
loved them in my younger days
doc says avoid them
they’ve too many calories
old age takes so much away
triangle tattoos…
Such a great piece with parallels between the dreadful past and the hateful presence of humanity. Will it ever end or are we are what we are.
the hands
on
the old man’s watch
stopped
as
if
his fears
had entered
an inanimate object
he stared out
from
his apartment window
into
the darkness
memories
projected
onto
today
men
in black uniforms
herding people
into
the street
cursing each breath
they took
striking anyone
who resisted
the poor
the elderly
man or woman
it
made no difference
for
they were not seen
as
humans
but rather
the cause
of
a
sick nation
but now
he was
in
america
and
the scene
that
took place last night
must have been
a nightmare
for
this is
portland
savor…
I loved this piece for it brought back memories. In the 50’s, when I was a kid, there was a little store that sold penny candy. I won’t tell what else I brought and ingested, but I should be dead by now looking at current guidelines. There was something I used to buy was a type of resin chemical composite. You would put it on a plastic tube and blow bubbles. Then would chew on those bubbles who knowing what kind of chemicals I was ingesting, yet I’m still here.
I want to not another thing from those fare-away days. Where I bought my candy, the family lived in the rear of the store.
We exited on less then, but we existed.
an old school candy jar
one of a kind
filled with
the finest sweets
individually wrapped
like
they were
special moments in time
these days
they’re unavailable anywhere
so
it can’t be restocked
of course
when young
the jar seemed
immense
and
the candies
were
endless
grasping handfuls
didn’t seem to affect
the supply
but
over time
the jar began to look
depleted
slowing
the pace
of
consumption
didn’t seem to slow
the rate
of
depletion
it’s obvious
now
the jar
will soon be empty
like
life
incantation to the dead…
We can only, perhaps blindly, hope for the future.
child
there ain’t
no use
talking to the dead
your
calling upon
them
to
help the living
just
ain’t got a chance
in
hell
of changing a damn thing
do you
really
believe
they care
whether
or
not
a child goes to bed hungery
or
some common man
gets
evicted from his home
cause
he can’t pay the rent
or
whether
or
not
some working person
loses their job
and
can afford to meet
their family’s
most
basic needs
hell
you better take
a closer look
those bodies
you see seated
are
mere apparitions
of
what
might
have been
alive
once
but now
they just occupy
a senate seat
self-protection…
Forceful words. God, I wish it wasn’t true.
before
their eyes
opened
fine threads
of
social expectation
were
layered
around
the infant form
distorting
the view
of
the outside world
and
stunting
the growth within
an arrested development
caused by
a malnutrition
of
truth
as had been expected
with such containment
there were fatalities
but such deaths
were easily
projected onto upbringing
and
or
personal parental failures
leaving the society
blameless
those that
finally
emerged
from
the cultural cocoon
were
as
had been planned
unable to discern
social injustice
accepting
the white cane
of
forced poverty
that denied
them access
to
most of the entry points
of
success
living their lives
as
moths
flutter around
the flame
of
hate
most disconcerting
to
the oligarchy
however
were
the few
that emerged
as
dragons
kintsugi…
There is now way Trump, soon x-president will do anything to help this country.
His many stupid decisions for the last four years will be difficult to remedy. Trump puts greed before the nation he was voted to care for.
