construction sets…

father
was never
very good
at
erector sets
his bridges
never stood up
that long
as
parts
rusted
and
wood planks
decayed
even when
there wasn’t
a termite
in sight
so
it’s for sure
that
reconstruction
of
this fragile
environment
of
earth’s
so
carefully built
by
mother nature
will
never be
the same
even with
father time’s
best
efforts

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do

 

don’t shoot the messenger…

lord
someone
needs to repent
i’m
not sure
who
but
given
how things
are
going
i’m
certain
you’re pissed off
about
something
now
i know
you’re divine
and
all knowing
and
such
but
could
i make
a small
suggestion
and
please don’t
put me
in the same
category
as
uzzah
but
since
none of us
have
touched
the ark
couldn’t
you just
strike down
those
who’ve
got their fingerprints
all
over
the golden pot

 

4:27…

ghosts
of
christmas past
lovers
and
liars
friends
and
friendly foes
passion’s promises
dreams
denied
present spirits
life’s laughter
and
love’s warmth
hobbling joints
vanishing friends
legions of letters
on
a crippled world
death’s mute phantom
empty pages
and
silence
4:30

 

winter solstice…

night
did not end
nor
did the crying
stop
wails arose
from
every corner
of
the world
food
and
water
had started
the last
war
only a few
survived
now
even they
cried out for mercy
but
none
was to be found
mother earth
would not speak to them
for they
had not listened
to her pleas
for
mercy
for
the other
living creatures
that had once
inhabited this planet
creatures
sacrificed
for
corporate profit
and
political power
so
now
that
the sands of time
were
everywhere
man
was alone
dying
and
after
the joyous funeral
mother earth
will begin
a rebirth