dancing with shadows…

dancing with shadows

those melodies
that
have
set the tempo
of
your life
have
disappeared
into
the
drumbeats
of
time
you
always
off tempo
enjoying
all the missteps
you’ve
made
never regretting
the toes
you
stepped on
it was
just
part of life’s dance
anyway
they
should’ve
never
asked
you to dance
in
the first place
or
held your dreams
so
close
to
their broken hearts
guess
that’s
why
you’ve always
worn
those
steel toed shoes
cuz
all
of life
is
a construction zone
one
never knows
when
the sky
will fall
crushing
the tips
of
your tomorrows
by the way
whatever happened
to
all
those old dance cards
you held
seems
you were deserted
on
the dance floor
no one
to
hold
or
dream about
guess
that’s what happens
when you
happily prefer
dancing
to
the off beat

 

 

just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along

 

 

when vision fails…

when vision fails

what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public

playpens…

playpens

traditionally
a square shaped space
with
solid bars
resembling
a cage
no
flexibility
in
the range
of
movements
but
was excellent
at
teaching
the lesson
that
there was no way out
but
the old-fashioned
bar design
is
long gone
now
modern designs
provide
flexible walls
and
a clearer view
of
what’s beyond
the
horizon
thus
facilitating
the illusion
of
freedom
this sense
of
freedom
can be enhanced
by
a variety
of
extra features
added
to
this
stagnant environment
options
that are
entertaining
and
distracting
thus
heightening
the belief
that all things are possible
but
like
all social playpens
the function
remains
the same
to maintain
confinement
thereby
safety
for
the ruling class

 

 

when eyes avert…

when eyes avert

a
wall
of
death
names
scribbled
onto
old
decaying
wooden planks
of
history
those
souls
lost
in ignorance
believing
that
online propaganda
could
somehow
or
should
rebuke
science
so
they
joined hands
forming
a circle
around
their misconceptions
to
shield
those
within
but
those
within
all
died
but
the protectors
cheered on
by
the patrons
of
greed
and
power
couldn’t see
the
obvious
for
they
were
looking
outward
facing
the blinding
light
of
truth
unable
to
see
the carnage
of
their
blind beliefs
bodies
piled
high
into
eternity

madmen and mortals…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

such a fragile shell
that holds
this thing
called
life
with
the center
as
the soul
how
easily
life shatters
with
the slightest
force
so
it is surprising
how
man
willingly
discards
his most
precious gift
from
the gods
forfeiting
existence
for
the void of vanity
or
the illusion
of
allegiance
some merchants
will
without hesitation
sell the souls
of
others
no matter
the duration
of
their existence
young or old
matters not
as long as
there’s a profit
to be made
traffickers
of inhumanity
tossing aside
the broken lives
as if chaff
in the wind
so it is
that
so many
lives end
some
even before
they’ve begun
for
madmen
rarely see beyond
themselves

 

 

border crossing…

wholesale deli life

normally
he would
have
ignored
the bodies
on the road
from
horseback
one
often
sees
such
dried out forms
along
the border
but
these
were smaller
than
usual
emaciated
hands
and
limbs
of
children
grasping
larger hands
that were
buried
in
the sand
hands
touching
each other
with
such a sense
of
belief
a belief
wanting
to
deny
that
death
could happen
in
this
promised land
of
freedom

like black elk…

crazy old woman001

all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence

 

 

lesser men…

matryoshka

a game
of
cat and mouse
observed
by
buzzards
where
two
of
the same species
are
convinced
via
history
that
one
is
the lesser
but
both
have been
told
that
the other
is
the
lesser
so
in order
to
preserve
the
natural order
of
the universe
one
must be demeaned
and
destroyed
at
every
opportunity
and
to
the victor
nothing
but
more of the same
but
the
carcasses 
belong
to
the
buzzards
who
instigated
the
whole
damn thing
in
the
beginning