an
old
friend,
discarded
until
dire
melodrama
creeps
back in.

a
light
to
pierce,
rip,
and
burn
the
illusion.

I love
my friend.

burning
gently, a
whispered flame,
sleeping lamb locked
in panther’s mask.

a womb of doubt
and
cocoon of
shame;
dreams deferred
to time
and to age.

then,
a sunrise,
and
a tattoo
too.
oh the great things that we will
do.

like way back when,
before the
bad
times.

a nation
dreamed
upon
notions
grand and
enlightened,
and
the scarred
backs of
My
fathers.

hypocritical living
oxymoron;
i embraced the
rough and
tumble of
racism humble,
“Casual”
&
“Light”

We
were
facing the
Demons,
together.

the original intent,
indigenous peoples
notwithstanding,
was intact…
For some.

the experiment,
great as it may be,
is over.
a new age,
we must (all) learn
how
to
be
free.

frozen in
a place of
wonder and fear.
life whistles
by
even when your
eye
is closed.
open to
dark beginnings:
potential untested
&
explosive.
find this
season’s light
inside;
Hot and
irrepressible.
share the flame
of your
soul,
and
Fly.

Fuck Trump.

“You don’t get to be both a Nazi and a proud American.  We literally had a war about this; the whole world was involved.”
– I saw this on Instagram.

 

 

the failures of the individual currently holding the office of the Presidency of the United States are manifold.  through incompetence, haphazard rhetoric, wilful negligence, and an inconceivably inflated sense of ego, the progress of this country is being brought to a grinding halt.  through a special blend of idiocracy,  the world is abandoning what little remaining faith it held in democracy.  jingoist, sexist, racist, xenophobic attitudes are not merely disgusting, but a threat to all of us, here, and without.

 

Every being on this planet is less safe.

 

 

ingenuity, creativity, innovation, spirituality: all that is the beauty of the Human Spirit, is at risk
the concept of a world based on cooperation, and not a struggle for resources is slipping further from our grasp.

 

 

people have been snuffed out for far less.

 

for far

 

far

 

less.

 

you do
not ignite
my fire,
it is eternal.

but come,
please,
for
in your splendor
i see
the truth
in me.

so come,
please,
for
i hunger
for veracity,
and
love.

rescued
from the falling
precipitous
expectations of yesterday
and, also
tomorrow,
a tiny peal of thunder
rolls gently in his
trembling hand.
in it, patiently
waiting
is
everything that
will again,
never be.

his hand opens
and
he is free.

decending
into frenetic
uncertainty,
the boy,
(and the girl too)
knew
that
Fate
& the
Universe
were dancing
to the rapid
staccato
of
their
exuberance.

Next Stop:
Twitterpation Junction,

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