with apologies to john 16:33…

i built this tree-house
from which
i can
observe
the heavens
and
the earth
without
worldly influence
except for
the occasional bee
or
sounds emanating
from
the pears
i’ve harvested
and
dine upon
it’s
an excellent place
to resolve
issues
of the soul
a soul
that grows
so weary
of hypocrites
and
bullies
those
self-selected strawmen
suckling on society
all the while
protesting to be
our
savior
deliverer
from all evil
as well as
all the cash
we may have
lying around
and
although
their derelict dreams
dominate
the national cartoon networks
i am of good cheer
for next year’s
another
election year

don’t give a damn if it’s televised…

this revolution
ain’t about
you
or
some
fat man’s taxes
it’s about
children
born
and
unborn
those
with pale
white skin
and
those
with satin
black skin
and
every color
in between
as well as
those
with
full plates
and
those
with empty plates
those
with clothes
with logos
and
those
with cloths
with ragged holes
so
don’t go
tossing about words
of
freedom of
the press
or
the oppression
of
this
or that
right
what i’m talking about
are
lives
lives of children
that we
all
owe
a debt
of
hope
to
so get up off your ass
and
do
something

postponements…

life’s faded
to-do list
held in hands
marred
by time
once strong line
discolored
by
hope’s tears
over the years
promises
made
and sought
now
for naught
an
old man
his mirror
a last friend