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Love after war

War.
Guns blaze.
fire scorching
the heat of democracy
and the desires of
freedom desperate
souls.
battles
wage.
in streets
behind cascading stones
while drones
fly over head
searching
with electronic eyes
for an enemy.
Innocence
loses
its way
as the young get younger
pick up swords
instead of plays and
I have to wonder
can there ever be
love after war.
Will the season
of our discontent
making life to suffer
unrelent
-ing horrors of
our mistakes
ever be redeemed
in the waking
forgetfulness
of morning?
Will the
blood on our hands
the impression of death
stamped into the sand
of our march
ever fade?

Will rich men in
high towers
ever stop laying
waste
to poor men
with elongating hours
will the
other reverse course
and demand discourse?
can we ever meet in the middle
can we
ever
find
love after war.

Every day the news
paper dreams in smoke
lay plain the drama of the day
Men dragged from homes
Women stripped and shorn
Children’s hands bound
with the weapons of
war
de constructing truth
de constructing lives
and
all I want to do is
hold my hand to my head
close my eyes
reading no more
because
I’m not so sure
its possible to
have
love after war.

We waste it

We waste it
trade it
don’t even taste it
sitting behind
F’villes and wars
staggered messages
we little time whores
thinking life eternal
the world a buy and sell
we’ll make more
living hell
because we

waste it
watch it bleed in
high definition
can’t relate to scenes
we’ve seen before
in black, white, and blue ray
colored boredoms
kingdoms
falling around us
in useless squander
across a ticker tape
oft mistaken
for a line of code
by the general public
and why?

Because they too
waste it
give it away and fake it
hope greed won’t
show through the make up
smiling devils always
trade up
with you and me on the bottom
giving our hand outs
like saints
while hell freezes over
and mortgages
are forgiven
oh wait
my mistake

we waste it
play with it
and find comfort
in nothing but what
is around us
we have half of us
manipulating
the other half
designating
a life for the half they
don’t give a shit about
we have people facing off
while rich men jack off
with the money
they stole from the
farm they destroyed
and the shrimp man
they poisoned
And why?

because

we waste it
freedom, time, charity and worth
we forget about our neighbors
and we forget about the earth
we type on this
we win fake gold
to have a chance at fake fame
to screw a fake girl
on Wednesday!

And in the end I ask
is it worth it?
does your God or mine
fancy this destruction
of the thing he put in place?
or are we so filled with a sense
of don’t belong and longing
for an afterlife
we forget this is a life
now

yes… because

We waste it.
on things like true this
and true that
and manipulation of politics
destruction of your called misfits
creation of order in our images
decimation of life because it won’t fit
solidificationof wealth
because we can

and all the while
you and I
sit back and wonder why
all this shit is happening
with our ab makers and our zero beer
we forget to look in the mirror
because

we
waste
it.

Don’t Speak

Don’t speak
don’t type
don’t write
rhythm,
poetic drivel
or rhyme.
Don’t quietly
sit there and whine
about the losses
and the fine
examples of failure
held over
our heads
like we were
already dead!

Don’t whimper
don’t simmer
don’t wait
in patient
supplication
gratification of
state to state
motivated by
the need to
seek peacefully
the things
we should already
have!

No

Take it
demand it
stop trying
to request it.

Because it’s not
a failure
to communicate
we’re not at a table
to negotiate.

Freedom is not a maze
to navigate
or a truce to appropriate.
Freedom is
demanded
commanded
and undeniably
branded on souls!
And from the first bullet fired
to the lantern lifted
setting the world on fire
to the shots on campus
ringing throughout memphis
to radicals walking
in masses
and women at the gate
facing threats
staring down hate
change was never
motivated, moved
or manipulated
by the bendable.
but by the immovable
irreversible
permanent
foot planted
and well cemented
resolve of voices
raised up
shouting
and undeniably heard

so what are we waiting for?

Spinning it

Spinning it
straight
to all the
peacemakers
and the
‘let’s negotiate’
state to state
try to elucidate
naysayers:
This is our life
you try to
dictate
me-diate
desecrate
and overstate
in propagandic
pamphlets of lies
while children watch
how to live
their lives
on Gossip girl and
Desperate housewives.

We interrupt this program
With violence at 5.

It’s all hypocrisy
apostasy
dressed in black
and swinging bats
of reli-gi-osity
defending a notion
of superiority
over mediocrity
and casting lots
for tv spots
in places not
your own,
throwing stones
while smoking a bowl
and shake 2000
years of bones

I just want to scream

GOD BE DAMNED!!
Let me be me!

Because
we spend
our cents
just as you,
put lives on the line
donate our time
give to our nation
in secret and pride,
yet there you go
to cast your vote
without compassion
or a fraction
of civility.
you force others to
live your reality
negating life, love, memory
and space
with a push of a button
and a finger in our face.
you spit in our direction
with your obsession,
an over zealous need
for oppression
and I have to ask
who is next?

Will it be a repeat
from the same sheet
a century ago?
Black, white or indigo?
Will it be newcomers
with hope filled eyes
questing for a piece of
American pie?
will it be the Muslim
on bended knee
thanking Allah for being free?
the Buddhist
Pagan, African or Chinese?
The short, the tall
The grey, the weak?
You tell me
while we
continue
to spin it
straight.

Vicarious Visions

Vicious
Vicarious
Visions
Vehemently viewed
through the color
of rose stained
glass windows
on Church Street
where dinner
is served to the poor
and homeless on sunday
after a bout of
motivational-ly fearful
words spill out
like rice
cakes on the floor
hard to munch
hard to swallow
and then there
are those
who are not poor
not hungry
just regularly
requesting rights
routinely written
given and protected
by the representatives
at the front of the
scene
try not to get mean
and trample on the values
we have yet to possess
in all of the contests
they
behind rose windows
do so uphold
with their noses
in the air
looking down

How I wish for a stone
to rattle
against the windows
rose
and ‘righteous’
((reposted from older blog nowhiteclouds))