the absolute basics for viewing the truth safely…

complex social seizure

do not stare
into
the light
of
the truth
it will blind
you
false promises
will
not be seen
as
real
and
you’ll wander
from
the chosen
corporate path
you
will no longer
hold
these
unalienable rights
as
self-evident
indeed
you may even question
what rights
you
truly
have been
endowed
with
by
the creator
so
shade
your eyes
or
view the world
through a pinhole
of awareness
or
better yet
just
turn away
from
the light
save
your eyes
from such sights
better to view
a calm sea
of
lies

endless pools…

endless-pools

reach out
touch my dreams
feel the velvet underside
of
promises
trace
with your fingers
the worn fabric
of hope
threadbare
letting
sorry’s searing sun
scowl upon tomorrow
leaving its flesh
blistered
while
dreams seek
refuge
in fantasies
provided
quite conveniently
on corporate outlets
for a monthly fee

solace from light and love…

solace-from-light-and-love

you’ve told the darkness
all of your dreams and secrets
your lover of choice

your lover of choice
darkness cares not for your fears
nor cries when you die

still you hold it near
for fear other’s might hear what
you’ve told the darkness

not in my neighborhood…

no-in-my-neighborhood

images
on the web
happy children
driven to school
in
new autos
wiping breakfast milk
from
faces
while
cheerfully
holding new backpacks
crammed
with lunch goodies
and
golden iphones
while
dental white congressmen
send
38 billion dollars
to our good friends
in israel
who
spied on us
interfered
with our politics
and
bombed
women
and children
yep
those
hungry children
in my neighborhood
deserve
what they get
but
recall
one day
they
will
give back

looky loos for peace…

looky-loos-for-peace

move along
don’t dillydally
there’s
nothing
to see
today’s
bloody words
of hate
won’t
debate
so
there’s
no need
for stares
or
prayers
just count
the graves
along
the way
if you need
something
to do
that makes
your journey
shorter
but know
those graves
are not
from today
but
from
the wars
of
yesterday
move along
hope
for peace
does not
belong
along
a freeway
of greed

pick your poison…

medicatedlady and lost blossoms

she placed
what
remained
of his dreams
upon
the old cookstove
and
made
a stew of sorrow
for
what had been
denied
none
of his writings
were
ever published
because
she said
his
literary sense
was
nonsense
and furthermore
all
great poets
were dead
he
hesitated
when
she offered him
a drink