Sunday, July 24, 2016
Where trees shiver
Where birds never fly
Where leaves don't fall but just rot away
on lingering limbs
I sat myself against a musty molded
trunk of wooden planet
No shimmering wet leaves to arouse my sullen eye, .. just darkened silence
and the deafening sound of nothing.
If I screamed I'd shatter this world,
but only for a moment,
until it's motionless shadows shoved the muffled sound back
into my pounding heart..
In the deepest darkest depths of willow woods
Where sound is mute
Where rain never touches the rail-rooted ground
Where only darkness survives
and loneliness seldom visits
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
You know those things you shouldn't have said?
Well I've said them..
And all I have said is true.
You begged me to keep the silence
but the silence was killing..
Murdering.. me and you
I was tired of running the circles
'round the real problem
the problem a FUCKED ..UP ..YOU!
Why won't anyone listen
all they keep hearing
are bells that keep ringing
Hell's got ahold of you!
Won't you please answer
the B-U-R-NING question
devouring the love
the love that was ours
that will hold us forever
in this fucked up journey
a journey that we wish could end?
But for now
we will feed the wild forces
that force us to feed
our love that's eternal,.. eternal and true
The fire !
The heat and the passion
Drives me insane!
Why won't the evil in love
leave us alone
so that we can finally
end this pain!?
The things that you should not say
Well, I've said them..
And truth is to blame
The fire the fire the fire the fire
that burns with our love
Is it our love that we must sustain?
But the fire the fire the fire the fire
devours our love
yet we feed it
just the same....
The fire the fire the fire the fire
THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE!
Thursday, July 7, 2016
In this Nation's divide lies a chaotic balance.
But sorrowfully, in one form or another, a stark hypocrisy remains.
Though the site that provided this speech, .. ( performed by that master orator James Earl Jones), is an obvious manifesto of liberal ideals, Fredrick Douglass's speech is in many ways metaphorically attached to the the practice of enslavement...which IS... the liberal ideal. The last line of this speech can be used to describe the potential for a burgeoning revolution !.... one that is capable of re- igniting the American spirit which was once daring and tenacious enough to fan the flames around the heated gases within our human souls!
" for it is not light that is needed,..but fire! It is not the gentle shower,..but thunder! We need the storm! The whirlwind! The earthquake! The feeling of the Nation must be quickened.. The conscience of the Nation must be aroused! The propriety of the Nation, must be startled. The hypocrisy of the Nation,..must be exposed! And the crimes against God and man..must be proclaimed..and denounced! " - Fredrick Douglass
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Is it for love or sacrifice? Often times, it is for neither. It is a 'feigned' gesture, ... given in hopes that the offer alone will manifest in your mind.... and create an image of a venerable angelic creature who does not exist ! The weight of his gestures too cumbersome against the weight of love in your relationship, this manipulative character will soon find a way to ease out of his commitment should you take him up on it.
The next time I drop some change, and my good manipulative buddy half-heartedly leans over to help pick it up......I will stop and let him do it...., holding my lower back in a feigned but grimacing pain. I will feign a reach for my wallet after dinner at the Outback, and thank him quickly after he offers : " Oh, lemme get that!". Then, I will quickly scurry off to 10 minute handwashing session in the bathroom. My good manipulative buddy has no idea that he will be helping me paint the house this weekend. I am going to take him up on his offer to assist!
He is a politician, ... who will promise you the world ...knowing that the world is not his to offer! Like a sinner who prays for forgiveness, but does not repent, the truth of his nature will eventually be revealed. Something tells me that soon, very soon, I will have this friend no longer....as fulfilling these gestures brings burden to our relationship.
Now then, would anyone like to go to breakfast this fine Sunday morning? My treat!