political flimflam man has got a song for you each word was written with you in mind not one line says a thing but sounds as if it does there’s no doublespeak no speak at all carefully colored with emotions they’re cotton candy words so hurry hurry
hurry to the big top circus of government where death for the very young is not defied but part of the act
you have forgotten the first rule love thyself as you would another without that love becomes a person or object to be held and possessed not fulfillment of self or even love of the other look not to the horizon but in the mirror for what you seek to understand that which love is and can be is there
examination of the tissue sample revealed specialized groups perhaps best considered independent functional work groups although part of the larger body’s governing system their purpose seemed idiosyncratic and carcinogenic in nature there was no communication between the bipolar cells that comprised the culture further examination yielded startling results that the body had only lived a short while before the disease which had been in remission systematically spread throughout every fiber replacing the original code with a nonfunctional replica that the body was unable to identify as harmful thus democracy died
he was a part-time philosopher and full-time drunk dispensing sage advice prophecies and profanity with the same propensity asking me on more than one occasion while carefully balancing his brown paper bag if it’s true that museums have to return stolen antiquities to indigenous peoples how come the gold ain’t returned by the church
soon the only voice i have will be what’s left upon these pages and i wonder like every poet who will read or care that my love and life are here not in the grave or with the ashes spread ceremoniously across the sea look for me not there but here for this is all that will be left of me
River Urke and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem. Duel Poetry: a prearranged poetry writing challenge between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.
stare beyond the tangled branches of your past into the sunrise of the new day behold the array of colors that mark the wonders of the day embrace it like no other and with the new dawn hold it as dear