Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
November 10, 2018
And down came the rain
Down on
Everyone;
And
On the men,
On the boys
In trenches,
Waist deep
In death,
For country,
For Honor,
Only to find
No honor
In this new age bloodshed,
As down came the reign
Blood and mud,
Waste and rain,
Toxins,
Bullets,
Bombs,
And down came the rain
Up,
Attack,
Shield,
Shoot,
Kill,
maim,
be maimed,
And down came the rain
Repeat,
Up,
Attack,
And even while down,
Down,
Down
Down
Came the rain.
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.
July 11, 2017
Irritated
by childish tweets
courtesy of the commander in chief
Frustrated
by the “news”
When monopoly controls the sources
And what journalists can say
Sick
as women and children
become negligible casualties
of the patriarchy
Tired
as black, brown, red
And lgbtq lives
Still struggle
to prove
they matter
Helpless
as lives become subject
to the terror on target
Suspicious
as IT produces
what anonymous faces
Think we should see
Eager
to spark light
And climb out of the dark
Of this Orwellian American dream
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.
June 30, 2017
Underwater
Cut off
Filter feed
Must
to handle
Everything
In quantities
Not overwhelming
For the worn
To remain
In the game
Must remember
To save
self
first
No bliss
In this ignorance
Just sugar
Water
With the pill
Dilute
To keep
Eyes open
And breathing still
She of Letters 