crisis management plan …

 

always on thin ice
that’s how you wanted life to be
you wanted people
to see you as a strong and brave
your ghost stories told each day
daily ghost stories
shared with all of life’s passerbys
whispered in the night
to lovers and part-time friends
knowing always on thin ice

 

ain’t no accidents…

 

girl child
and
the children
of
most folks
with
their first
breaths
death’s shroud
has
been
beneath
the exterior
of
their freedom
freedom
that
was no more
than
a phantom limb
they
were told
and
believed
they could
grasp
and
unlatch
the portal
to
self-determination
but
their dreams
were
always
intended
to perish
though
they
were
permitted
to
narrowly survive
and
allowed
to give
thanks
to
god
that
they
had survived
and
by doing so
were given
the option
on
heavenly real-estate

 

president’s compromise…

 

a new flood
of
hatred
hatred
that has washed
over
our nation
and
our world
it
has left
in its wake
an unrecognizable
wasteland
where
the bloated corpse
of
the great experiment
in
freedom
has been dashed
against
the rocks
of
ignorance
pushed there
by
a current
of
data points
from
political
consulting firms

 

it just got personal…

 

reasons for entry
differ
patriotism
poverty
or
boredom
with
where one lives
for some
training builds
a sense of allegiance
to
the flag
for others
an outlet
for
emotions
regardless
battlefields
those human devised
disasters
like
all disasters
makes the unwilling participants
face
life’s uncertainties
and
how in the blink
of
an eye
death
that
primal disaster
can wipe away
existence
so
in that light
death becomes a teacher
teaching
what’s important
our
morality
and
community
a community
that
we would
die for
and
when
one is torn away
from
that community
like all families
there is
grief
but
there is an urgent need
for
revenge