with the end in sight….

with the end in sight2

i’ve begun
to count
each step
i take
not with
one
of
those fancy
exercise watches
but
on paper
with
black tick marks
totalled
for the day
it’s a way
of reminding myself
that i’m still alive
though
inside
a glass-walled prison
of
social expectation
a prison
that continues
to feed the poor
on political gruel
and
war’s
soylent green
while
a minority
enjoys
what was
promised
to all
ah
the all
tapping white canes
of comprehension
against
the political hollow curbs
of a make-believe
cities of gold
all the while
walking
on the edge of a cliff
with
so few steps
to the abyss

yes i know…

yes i know

his voice
harsh
and
filled with
fiery venom
blazoned
that
i
was
guileless
and
that
this world
was full of
hateful people
cognitive clones
heeding
pointless creeds
that undermine
all
humanity
by
acts of coordinated cruelty
self-appointed saints
wrapped
in their self-righteous shroud
of holy words
words
authored by
men
to justify
personal
and
socialized sins
claims
i could not
deny
deity or not
i still elect
to believe
that love
and
hope
are
the embers
needed
to light
the bonfires
to guide
our journey
if
such
beliefs
be naive
then
guileless
i
be

wine..cheese..and a perfect baguette…

wine..cheese..

the journey began
with empty pockets
but
along the way
through
studies
skills
were gained
and
through
pain
knowledge
skills
provided for
life’s necessities
pain
provided for
life’s lessons
lessons
of how to travel
the twisted path
of existence
a path travelled
with friends
and
lovers
for short distances
most of whom
found other places
to go
and
other dreams
to pursue
from time to time
youthful passions
like fog
obscured
the vision
making it possible
to be
twice robbed
along this road
of coins earned
as an indentured servant
but
the compass
of hope for tomorrow
gave direction
from moments
of chaos
and
the journey
continued
and
the empty
knapsack
was soon full again
not only
with coins
but
more importantly
with love
love
that makes
seeing the destination
less painful
for
it appears
the journey ends
in a dark void
with
empty
pockets

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