published on VerseWrights 08/08/15
our arms on the rail
we stand at end
of the black night
rhythmically swaying
with wooden pier
solid, beneath bare feet
into strong bodies
the wood channels
a deep ocean swell
we look toward
the canopy of stars
and our destinies
more burning stars
for fleeting lives
than grains of sand
drifting on the ocean
it’s our footprints
the beach holds dear
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published on VerseWrights 05/22/15
two faces facing east and west
two faces looking front to back
two faces coming and going
knowing where you’ve been
knowing where you’re going
unsure of where you are
one head, facing opposite directions
two faces competing for a mind
two faces with eyes that never meet
two faces denying the existence of the other
concealed behind countenance
hidden from the present moment
one face hiding behind the other
one head, of tragedy and comedy
two faces facing north and south
two faces looking up and down
two faces coming and going
knowing a tether to the ground
knowing an infinity in space
unsure of where you place
birth to grave, with no middle
two faces to go the distance
two faces is all you get
two faces and just one neck
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in blue mountain monastery
mantis sends prayers to the sky
“protect the baby birds”
winds come, to visit chimes
in the ghosts of children
through the twisting leaves,
flashing tops and bottoms
the sky is brightly polished
by the cleansing cold front
and the moist blanket is lifted
the doe wants for wings
just inside the shaded forest
when the hawk is on the ground
green dragonflies loop random
to avoid the largemouth bass,
breaking surface tension
with a splash of death
as hysterical swallows circle
black snake eats the babies
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“…it was basically a miracle, you know, from God straight through the people…” David Brat
in a world where humans trade humans for humans; i’m the imperial decider
how many of your humans are worth one of my superior humans?
one of us is worth five of you; but we don’t negotiate with terrorist,
we don’t leave anyone behind, and we don’t tell obstructionists
“don’t tread on me” now the co-opted calling card of the new unregulated militia
a clockwork orange tea party, stuffed effigies, and assault rifles with extended clips
when god stuffs the ballot box in your favor – who can take issue with the miracle?
“we’re shutting down this place if you don’t give us what we want;
benghazi, benghazi, benghazi – benghazi, benghazi, benghazi”
another school shooting, another police killing, another manifesto
ultra-violent video games; a world of night-vision goggles without reset
when you squeeze the trigger; what are you aiming to do, to the target?
the coming of the spanish civil war in america, except with superior firepower
it’s all about making decisions, but the decisions have all been made for you
it’s respectful to manipulate humans while squandering natural resources
a lifeboat with 100 humans, where 1 human has 35% of the provisions
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