from a mighty fortress…

tell me
what time
will
the angels
of god
descend
from behind
the walls of jericho
and
save this world
from
mankind
taking up
into their arms
a child
of
god
a child
to be given
new life
when
will they arrive
and shall that be
the time
when
the saints
join in song
filling the air
like a thousand
black birds
whirling
above the sadness
we’ve known
for all
too long
when
oh
when
will the angels
arrive
making
the earth
truly
alive

Poem Inspired by Spritual Standards Quinta: Markus Burger (Piano) & Jan Von Klewitz (Saxophone)

Background Music:  A Mighty Fortress is Our God

deadly fungal infections….

CDC/GOV IMAGE

as i was passing
the newsstand
on my way
to work
the brown bag prophet
was reading
a discarded
morning paper
he
said
the cdc
has just notified
the public
that
a deadly fungus
has been
infecting people
mostly
the sickest
of
the sick
it’s resistant
to
all classes
of
antifungal drugs
he said
it’s rather like
the infectious
hate and fear
coming
from
washington dc
it’s
resistant to
all
forms of reason
spreading among
the sickest
in this nation
and
is truly
deadly

that takes a lot of balls…

that-takes-a-lot-of-balls

the brown bag prophet
was holding
a handwritten sign
that read
support the travel ban
and
balance the budget
since
i failed to see
the relationship
i inquired
yet
once again
as to
his
signage rationale
he said
look
every time
their
chosen leader
goes to
his
resort
in florida
it costs american taxpayers
around
3 million dollars
or
more
we
have to pay for
his
security and staffing
not sure
what his staff
does
other than
serve as his golf partners
but
anyway
given his three weekenders
already
this month
hard-working americans
have spent
roughly
$10 million
for those hardly-working
junketeers
if
congress enacted
a travel ban
we could put
one hell of a dent
in the deficit
by
year’s end
and
for those
1 in 7
hard-working adults
children
and
seniors
who can’t afford
golf shoes
we could provide
10 meals
for
every dollar saved
truly
making america
great again
by
dealing with
hunger
here

as we join the third world…

as-we-join-the-third-world

as
i headed home
from work
the brown bag prophet
was sitting
under
a bus stop awning
during
a brief
rain shower
he stopped me
to show
a card
he’d received
he
said
now
this
is
a first
i just
got
a sympathy card
from
a street urchin
in
bangladesh
seems
he
heard
about
our
new president

your ticket’s been punched…

your-tickets-been-punched

we vainly
deal
with our fears
as if
they will respond
to
the words
of
others
if
expressed
in
an office
or
meditation center
delegating
our
decisions
to
robed
and
un-robed
messiahs
of
our own personal sorrows
messiahs
conveniently
found
on webpages
which
apparently
was
prophesied
by
liberals
and
conservatives
in
a national poll
thus
making the transition
to
a
dulcet
intellectual peasant
validated

brass kangaroos and concepts of truth…

brass-kangaroos-and-concepts-of-truth

these dreams
are not
your dreams
for mine
were
that
freedom
was more
than
an illusion
but
i
believed
the myth
hard work
dedication
honesty
would
be
recognized
and
rewarded
but
not even
my children
recall the truth
the lacquer of lies
tho
semitransparent
conceals
and
distorts
the view
of
reality
ah
but
we all hide
from
the truth
or
run from it
as though
its mirror
might reveal
what is
already
known
so
no
real
need
for denial