they bleed don’t they…

 

all your rhetoric
can’t change one obvious fact
you’ve abused children
so go ahead and quote laws
ain’t gonna change a damn thing

 

i’ve taken to my bed…

 

doctor says
it’s
all in my head
but
i’m still
having
difficulty breathing
it’s as if
all
that
i’ve believed in
has been drained away
from
my body
so
i’ve taken  
to
my bed
each day
when
i try to rise
i find
that
each
breath
that defines
freedom
has been
taken away
so
i crawl back
to
my bed
wondering
how can it be
that
this nation
once
a symbol
of
freedom
and
justice
has become
a cesspool
of
personal greed
and
arrogance
that’s why
i’ve
taken
to my bed
but
the doctor says
it’s
all
in my head

 

eye floaters…

 

as
the years
went by
he
swore
that
he could see
the strings
that
tied
him
to this earth
pass
by
his eyes
fibers
of
his
fading memories
translucent
ties
to yesterday
that
no one else
could
see
sometimes
full
fragments
of
time
would float
into
the ether
as
he stood
helpless
as
all
aging observers
of
death’s arrival
those
were the times
when
well-meaning practitioners
of
the healing arts
would
say
he was
despondent
tho
he heard them
he
chose not
to
explain
the nearness
of
death
to those
with
the light
of
hope
in their eyes

 

waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents

 

touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets