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Ransom Note: \/\/@R

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Here come the politicians,
Up for reelection,
Let’s hear their stance,
Their campaign promises

Listen as bombs drop upon a distant shore

Here come the politicians,
Waist deep in controversy,
Scandal! Impeachment!
What to distract?
What to keep an audience hooked?

Plot twist!

Rain down the bombs upon another distant shore.

Here come the politicians,
What have you done?
It was necessary? Was justified?
For the American born!?

Here posted– the stars and stripes,
A pirate flag,
A heckler’s taunt.

Here come the politicians,
-Our president-
-Our leader-
Our King
has declared War,
To save face,
To save his post,
To reign
Supreme

This is not in our name,
But it is our signature,
Forged,
on this international Ransom note,

Red;
In blood,
Our hands are suddenly covered.

Let Down Your Guard

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If only you could see,
What I have seen,
What others have seen,
To know you are not alone,
To know you have more than a reflection,
To take on this weight,
Ghosts you see are too much for one to wrestle,
Let down your guard,
You need not remain on the battlefield,
Let others carry a torch for you
To see,
The demons are incorporeal,
And you need not be locked in their domain,
Let down your guard,
Take off your stoicism,
Let your human nature be tended,
For the tender nature it is,
You are fragile,
not weak,
Your soul needs time and space to mend,
Give You that opportunity,
That you would give
To any other,
You are but a child
of the universe,
The universe wants to see you whole,
You are but stardust,
Handle your twinkling light,
Even when it flickers,
Delicately;
Let down your guard.

American Tragedies

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Tragedy does not bring change
When from tears
There is money to be made,
Tragedy does not bring change
When from fear
There is money to be made,
Tragedy does not bring change
When peace would kill this market,
Tragedy does not bring change

Something has to change
This daily cycle is insane
When there is only more,
And more,
And more
Of the same,
Of wars abroad
And wars at home,
Where tragedy forces change
But it’s emotional
It’s catastrophic
But for the better
To end this routine
Never comes the change,
There is too much money
To be made.

Where Have All the Hippies Gone?

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June 9, 2017

“Where have all the hippies gone?”
She wondered
Ten years later she knows
Her ears and nose still sparkle with jems
And her hair blows in the wind
Taking its untamed shape

But she has grown older
And tired
Of the repeat
Battle
Of moving social,
economic, and human targets
political and physical attacks
That are meant to do just this
Wear the warrior

There is a new generation now
Taking her place in the field
And she and her commrads respectively shift roles
Rows of elders behind
Do the same
Keeping sight
Becoming invisible

Camouflaging
She answers her own question.