vision…

i know for some
the gift
of
sight
is
a good things
and
for many
a downright miracle
but
having my eyes
open
for so long
has
blinded me
i
no longer
can see
the shoreline
of
hope
and
the doves
of
peace
that once soared
above my head
are
lost
in the blurred vision
of
the world’s self-interest
i’ve
also noticed
i can barely hear
the dove’s
gentle song
the waves
of
war and hatred
roar
day and night
and
without sight
it is
all
that is known

 

not that anyone asked…

ain’t gonna be
famous
nobody’s gonna
remember
my name
past my funeral
but that’s
not gonna stop me
from
being
me
now i know
some will say
i’m an old fool
for
doing things for free
when
i could charge
but
i
don’t particularly
prescribe
to
all the new
american tenets
of
behavior
i still believe
in
being a good neighbor
and
friendly towards
most folks
you were right
to
pick up on the
most folks
part
see
some people
are
just plain evil
i don’t blame
the devil
bad parents
or
hard times
they’re just
plain
evil
and even
they
can’t stop me
from
being me
what about you
can you
be
you

 

as it its written…

this
unborn child
was
the promised one
but now
its
heartbeat is labored
its
movements erratic
inside
the womb
blood is pooling
as if
there’s hemorrhaging
much of its body
shows malformations
clefts
deep divisions
between parts
of
the body
survival
will require
heroic efforts
but
perhaps
we will yet
see
an american

 

marriage of convenience…

no need
for
conversation
nor
consideration
love
wasn’t even
a factor
and
responsibility
could
easily
be ascribed
to
the other
this marriage
of
government
and
corporate greed
that
aborts
a nation’s
hopes
and
dreams