it was all the rage…

i’ve forgotten
what was so
important
yesterday
and
the day before
seems
as if
my priorities
are
written
on beach sand
what i
perceived
as beauty
has
also changed
or
perhaps
it was never
my
idea
of beauty
but
some
marketing department’s
campaign
for products
found
on aisle 3
it really
doesn’t matter
so much now
for
i’ve come to realize
that
true beauty
is
self–defined
it’s found
in a lover’s eyes
a child’s
gentle smile
a hand
willing
to hold on tights
when fear pulls
on you beliefs
such
things
are constants
tho
in
reality
constants
do change
but
the change
is reciprocal
to
your changes

an insurance question…

i was wondering
since it was an accident
what’s there to forgive

spiritual edification trump’s thinking…

staring at line
inside starbucks
the brown bag prophet
said
the russian government
could not have
expected more
from
the president
they elected
for the united states
their agent’s
america first
homily
has divorced our nation
from
the world community
affording
china
and
russia
with
numerous opportunities
to replace us
as
a world leader
and
as
a trusted partner
on global concerns
seems
we have a man
attempting to run
one of the world’s
largest budgets
that has filed
for chapter 11 bankruptcy
six times
and
has cheated
common man contractors
out of their
due wages
i not saying
this constitutes
a vote of
no confidence
but
i suspect
there’s going to be
long lines
at
our nation’s
soup kitchens

your voting resume…

a child
lies dead
drive-by shooting
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
a police shooting
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
some kind of drug-head
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
beaten by her pimp
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
no medical care
not uncommon
in this nation
now
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is

conscription of thought…

ideas tailor fitted
for
public consumption
developing
an
acquired taste
for
the objectionable
killing
becomes
an act of faith
or
a necessary price
to pay
for
fill-in-the-blank causes
the
sales personnel
for
these marketed callings
dress
according
to
the product
being sold
wearing
symbolic uniforms
conveying
a contractual covenant
with
soon-to-be-named
and
documented deities
official
evidence
provided
upon request
from
handwritten human text
since
deities
rarely write
but
are more than willing
to
incite
romantic writings
quite
digestible
to
a core
of
white caned followers