Steps of life
Take us into the dark.
Further
and
Deeper
into truth.
If lucky,
our
truth.
Toes stub in the night,
and falls threaten.
Because.
The way is wrought….
wrought with pain,
and with beauty.
But we only sense the confusion
and fear
unless we walk with Love.
Unless we walk
Together.
Brother,
Forsake me not.
Mother,
Hold me a little longer.
Lover,
Forgive me.
Child,
See me.
We are all,
together
as we stand alone.
I cull the collective
for wisdom that
came long before me,
and shall be invented again
long after I leave you.
to be dusted off by others
Braver
Freer
and Stronger than I could be.
But for now,
the reins are Mine.
follow if you dare.
We write because we know
that the written word
has more staying power
than the orator’s rhetoric.
We write because we know
in a slight turn of phrase
and sexed up wordplay,
We will steal our reader’s own palette
and with it, paint indelibly onto the soul’s canvass.
It’s why singers sing
And painters paint,
Why builders build
And rockers rock.
It is why lovers love.
So, although I don’t agree with the Gauls’ politics,
I defend,
not their right to free speech under the rule of law,
But their right,
and the right of every individual, to express ourselves freely.
Because we are all of us
Beautiful
Valued
Loved
and Loving
Humans.
And, to quote a very intelligent and insightful friend of mine:
“…fuck anyone who’s offended by a cartoon.”
Today
I learned that I have forgotten
My center.
My purpose -mired in doubt,
and
My modus, twisted by fear.
The path is lost to me.
I must find another.
So,
Let the world burn-
as Cain and Christ sup
upon the souls of the angry
and weak.
and in the ashes,
me,
and my newfound
broom
shall etch out
a new beginning.
I stood and looked
at the Alchemist’s work.
She was paramount,
And surmount
amongst all
others.
But I could not help
to think,
that,
much like the Emperor,
Her words were naked:
profane, simple,
hackneyed,
And ugly.
A sometimes crafter of jeweled verse
that flowed like melodies upon golden lyre,
had lied.
She had crafted a Fart
And wreathed it in flowers golden.
Hmph,
more deserving
of a golden shower.
When I was young
my God-brother would call me, “BigHead”.
😦
Darkness closes…
(cliché)
We search
to light the way.
We search
to scare away
Demons
&
Terrors
that
line the way.
With brain
and thumb
We build fire.
We scorch the earth-
rid it of Shadow.
But the Darkness remains.
and it frightens us.
and we scream.
we fight.
we scape goats
because we cannot
escape the dread,
or the Demons,
or the Hate.
and we weep
because we know
that secretly
we crave
the Shadow.
We have always known
where the Demons lay
in congress with Hate.
Brain and thumb,
that is just dumb.
Your heart is the flint,
actions – steel.
and your soul my darling,
that is your kindling.
Burn bright my star children.
Burn away the Hate with love.
Looks like the start.
I have been here
Before.
Did I win?
or am I Lost?
Alone at
Last?
I want to be a spectator
and run no more.
One of a million in a crowd,
Alone,
but safe.
My Heart
is Larger.
Larger than you.
Larger than the world,
and Larger than the moon.
Yet it is not large enough
To save me
from loving you.
I saw 626 faces this morning.
626 dreams
and 626 fears.
626 cultures
Lost
Commingled
and Confused.
A raisin in the sun?
No.
Tell me,
have you ever seen
A soul cry?
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