a sudden loss of cabin pressure…

a sudden loss of cabin pressure

what shall we place
on
america’s gravestone
here lies
a nation
aborted
by
its greed
and
intolerance
of
its
own history
or
an unborn promise
made
with its fingers crossed
concealed
behind
a back of hate
and
prejudice
all
the while
scripting words
constituting
a justification
for
continuation
of
an oligarchy
but
with
more than
one
king
a feudal state
with
all the trappings
of
the middle ages

 

 

nothing to write home about…

nothing to write home about

this path
of
freedom
is strewn
with
shards of hate
a path
not chosen
walking barefoot
into the night
pain
with
each step made
they say
i should be 
grateful
that i’m
permitted
to walk

embedded nightmares…

embedded nightmares

those
who oppress
others
know
that fear
is
just
soft clay
that
can be shaped
early in life
and
will last
a lifetime
once
hardened
by
time
and
humiliation
such
a simple
science
of
inhumanity
practiced
for
centuries
by
every
nation
on
earth
and
yet
the oppressed
never
figure
out
why
their nightmares
continue

unclaimed…

unclaimed

gathered up
my
memories
and
placed them
upon
my mind’s table
sorted
through
a few
and
tossed others
aside
especially
the ones
tainted
by
the hatred
of
others
there
were quite
a few
of
those
including
several
i had not
recognized before
but
i
like others
are
haunted
by
apparitions
of
yesterday’s
trust and belief
in
any case
the remaining memories
were
of
loves lost
and
loves unclaimed
each
unique
in their own way
none 
could
or
should
be regretted
just
past moments
in
time
unclaimed baggage
from
a trip
long completed

zealots…

zealots

shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave

seeing comparisons…

wrapped in a martyrs flag

created ghettos
and oppressive laws
dehumanizing
all aspects of life
suffocating others to death

 

 

wrapped in a martyr’s flag…

wrapped in a martyrs flag

using the sins of others
to conceal their own sins
history’s atrocities
committed against their fathers
are now their adopted ways

 

 

southern comfort…

southern comfort

just below the surface
remnants of an innocent life
beneath a blanket of fabricated stories
covered by layers of lies
and kentucky blue grass