rem sleep…

rem sleep...

dancing
on
the edge
of
a dream
that
place
where all things
are
possible
and
anything
can be
undone
decisions
poorly made
corrected
old
arguments
won
salty tears
dried
and
blown
into
nonexistence
one can
also
fulfill
suspended dreams
caress
lovers
never held
taste
the honey
of
lips
only seen
from
a distance
even
succeed
where failure
prevailed
oh
this is a marvelous place
these
moments
between
night
and
dawn
resting
on
a new day’s
pillow

 

 

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

 

 

denial of genocide or how to repeat the crime…

denial of genocide or how to repeat the crime

a piaget stage
once hidden from view it’s gone
childish behavior
but promoted by fascists
for such obvious reasons

the promise of eternity…

the promise of eternity

please stay
in
your
designated line
divine blessings
on
earth
are allotted
according to
your position
in line
but
rest assured
that
you’ll
be
given
a fair share
of
life’s bounty
upon
your souls passing
into
the chimeric promised land
a sure guarantee
from those
who
oppressed you
during
your time
on
earth

autofocus…

autofocus

you’re quite
dependent
on
the system
but
adjustments
must be made
for
i’ve been standing
right
in front of you
for some time
but
you keep calling
those behind me
you seem to
be aware
of me
assuring me
that my turn
should be next
but you
continue to ignore
my needs
addressing
defending
those further back
in the line
perhaps
you should
step back
and
switch to
the
manual
focus mode
so you can
regain
your historical
perspective
and
not depend on
preprogrammed
procedures
for as
a nation
you should know
democracy
depends on
focusing
on
the real
subject

 

 

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