just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along

 

 

when vision fails…

when vision fails

what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public

the smell…

the smell...

i’m not sure
why i didn’t notice
it before
perhaps
the window
was partially opened
and
i must
have been closer
to
the window
so
the stench
went
unnoticed
but
i’ve heard
others
speak
of
it
but
i was certain
for awhile
that
they were
quite
mistaken
but
now
the smell
is
totally
oppressive
putrid smells
of
a slaughterhouse
bends
my body
to
the ground
as
i retched
when
i realize
that
in
the darkness
of
these
last few years
it was
the smell
of
the rotting corpse
of
freedom

playpens…

playpens

traditionally
a square shaped space
with
solid bars
resembling
a cage
no
flexibility
in
the range
of
movements
but
was excellent
at
teaching
the lesson
that
there was no way out
but
the old-fashioned
bar design
is
long gone
now
modern designs
provide
flexible walls
and
a clearer view
of
what’s beyond
the
horizon
thus
facilitating
the illusion
of
freedom
this sense
of
freedom
can be enhanced
by
a variety
of
extra features
added
to
this
stagnant environment
options
that are
entertaining
and
distracting
thus
heightening
the belief
that all things are possible
but
like
all social playpens
the function
remains
the same
to maintain
confinement
thereby
safety
for
the ruling class

 

 

when eyes avert…

when eyes avert

a
wall
of
death
names
scribbled
onto
old
decaying
wooden planks
of
history
those
souls
lost
in ignorance
believing
that
online propaganda
could
somehow
or
should
rebuke
science
so
they
joined hands
forming
a circle
around
their misconceptions
to
shield
those
within
but
those
within
all
died
but
the protectors
cheered on
by
the patrons
of
greed
and
power
couldn’t see
the
obvious
for
they
were
looking
outward
facing
the blinding
light
of
truth
unable
to
see
the carnage
of
their
blind beliefs
bodies
piled
high
into
eternity

the game of kings…

the game of kings

an
augmented reality
game
that uses
devices
devices
that overlay
the virtual experiences
of
kings
on top
of
the real
world
played
on
a multidimensional board
with
glass layers
each layer
containing game pieces
and
each side
representing
one
of the four corners
of
the world
the objective
is
to eventually
dominate
the whole world
through
power and wealth
kings
sit on the top layer
and
may move in any direction
but
cannot be viewed
by
any piece
at any level
thus
device screens
do not reveal
the location
of
any given king
kings
only determine
another king’s moves
by
the resulting effects
at
lower levels
the second level
is called
the legislative pitch
set with
ornately decorated
hollow pieces
that move
in
any direction
depending
on the ante
the king has made
for
any given piece
at
that level
however
antes
may be
secretly
made by other kings
thereby
altering
the movements
of
these mercenary pieces
the third lowest
level
holds a class
of
pieces
in the middle of
the game’s
social hierarchy
including
defenders
of
the crown
or
some
religious
or
political dogma
most importantly
this layer
contains
some queens
that when
properly moved
may be
to sacrificed
to
replace
more pieces
for
this layer
or
the lowest level
the lowest level
is comprised
of
what one could call
peasant pieces
used
to
develop wealth
for
the kings
and
are generally
considered by players
as
replaceable
as
for
the specific
rules
of engagement
they are
quite simple
win
at
any cost

madmen and mortals…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

such a fragile shell
that holds
this thing
called
life
with
the center
as
the soul
how
easily
life shatters
with
the slightest
force
so
it is surprising
how
man
willingly
discards
his most
precious gift
from
the gods
forfeiting
existence
for
the void of vanity
or
the illusion
of
allegiance
some merchants
will
without hesitation
sell the souls
of
others
no matter
the duration
of
their existence
young or old
matters not
as long as
there’s a profit
to be made
traffickers
of inhumanity
tossing aside
the broken lives
as if chaff
in the wind
so it is
that
so many
lives end
some
even before
they’ve begun
for
madmen
rarely see beyond
themselves

 

 

border crossing…

wholesale deli life

normally
he would
have
ignored
the bodies
on the road
from
horseback
one
often
sees
such
dried out forms
along
the border
but
these
were smaller
than
usual
emaciated
hands
and
limbs
of
children
grasping
larger hands
that were
buried
in
the sand
hands
touching
each other
with
such a sense
of
belief
a belief
wanting
to
deny
that
death
could happen
in
this
promised land
of
freedom

now that you’ve asked…

prayer or staged devotion...

beliefs
empty shelves
for
the homeless
and
blind believers
of
words
translated
from
a contrived text
carefully
written
to
reflect
current
marketing trends
but
as
the market
has changed
numerous
rewrites
have been
required
rewrites
where
history
remains
but
a culturally
accepted
mass
propaganda
used
to shape
young minds
into
a fantasized
void
of
yesterday
where
lollipop kings
and
fairy queens
grant
wishes
that
should have never
been
made

lesser men…

matryoshka

a game
of
cat and mouse
observed
by
buzzards
where
two
of
the same species
are
convinced
via
history
that
one
is
the lesser
but
both
have been
told
that
the other
is
the
lesser
so
in order
to
preserve
the
natural order
of
the universe
one
must be demeaned
and
destroyed
at
every
opportunity
and
to
the victor
nothing
but
more of the same
but
the
carcasses 
belong
to
the
buzzards
who
instigated
the
whole
damn thing
in
the
beginning