formlessness…

like staring
at
stars
we seek
to
find
familiar patterns
of
understanding
for
the amorphous hate
residing
in the heart
of
this nation
we
conjure up
through
our incantations
of
the sacred words
we the people
the
mythical spirits
of
freedom
and
morality
only to hear
the despairing echo
of
our own voices
voices
resonating
in the emptiness
of
each day
yet we
continue
our
self-hypnotic chants
as if
the very words
can charge
the chaotic
into
a form
we can understand
and
thus change
but
like
the centuries
of
incurable believers
before
us
our invocations
are
all for naught

 

a worthwhile read…

it’s a nice story
buried tween pages of muck
how love can prevail
when the world creates chaos
a light in all the darkness

 

the road to pain…

with
stones of doubt
stuffed
into a backpack
the journey
begins
emotions
on
uneven footing
at first
there’s
a willingness
to
step over
shattered expectations
then
comes
compromising
on
the path
to
be taken
traveling
in
darkness
instead
of
the light
small clearings
from
chaos
give a false sense
of
hope
but
soon
brambles
of
hate and injustice
narrow
the aimless course
days
become nights
nights
become sadness
sadness
becomes
an eternity

 

ain’t got time to meditate…

now
i
certainly appreciate
all
the heartfelt
words-to-the-wise
we’ve
been having
about
the benefits
of
daily contemplation
learning
to
deliberate
on
the moment
and
not
project
into
the future
or
woller
in
yesterday’s mud
but
when you’re
just trying
to
survive
the day
then
pausing
to
smell the roses
ain’t
an option
nor
is there
any respite
to
look
towards
tomorrow
tomorrow
isn’t a consideration
and
when you don’t
look
to tomorrow
hope
becomes
a useless
vocabulary word

 

exacerbated sadness…

have you found life’s key
one that unlocks happiness
or thought you lost it
while satisfying others
look again it’s in your hands