Weapons do not make peace…people do. What about this truth is so hard to grasp?
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“If you’re young & all you’ve ever wanted is to fall in love…be specific & stick to your guns…trust me you’ll regret if if you don’t….Fairy Godmothers are shortsighted sometimes.”
Amor Vincit Omnia
(Love Conquers All)
“There is no more useful quote than this one of only three words…including the Bible.”
A Rainstorm Tic
The rain is indeed a Blessing as I sit here watching it fall,
For indeed, whoever is listening cares; be They Scentient being or Essences in All…
& I know not the name of God & neither, Sir, do you.
I, nay We, live within the confines of currency…but I, nay We, have sensed or glimpsed a possible world much broader- far loftier than the confines of pounds, shillings & pence; Have we not?…yet?
“Anyone can be clever if they never leave their own Private Idaho.”
“Give ’em Hell…even as they sell you Heaven.”
“The higher your ambition flies you the farther you have to fall…surround yourself closest with people who’ll bother to break that fall”
“I’ve always tried to sense the vibe of those near me & avoid toxic entanglements…now I’m lethally radioactive. The absence of life in my orbit is only confirmation.”
Willful Fearful Justice Blind
I’m afraid to know how many gay men & women are raped in prison as a reward for smoking a little pot.
A semblance of human dignity implied in Justice’s high held chin…still, what about the blind, the deaf, the disabled, the queer, the lot.
Another bit of knowledge I fear to know while struggling to follow her herstory, her duty, the interpretations of her plot.
Our “Justice” can no longer be blind when generations of shades of brown are lost & by a formula & boxed to rot.
Though Justice wasn’t born blind she was made so by the tying of a knot.
At courthouses from L.A to Alabama we see her statue clear as day while her scales blow in the political wind…unbalanced, they teeter & tot.
We The People are aware that blindfolds can be removed letting her finally see that her scales have been stripped of their counter-weight.
The counter coins were snatched by an epidemic I’ve heard my brother dare name…wealth addiction & it’s sad that those sickest-those junkies- call shots that we don’t belay.
They fear our realization of power, that we’ll take away their candy…They fear us writing our coin in code so accountability can finally be handy.
But We Are the Poeple, not subjects & serfs & the old paper that rules us is actually ours to enforce.
Not by militia or violence or war but by the “Power Invested” in Everyone’s Voice.
We need our instruments of the arts equally as much as we need our instruments of war in times like these…art is oftentimes the only place where history is not written by the victors and therefore often a truer account of the times. The sacred Van Gogh & Matisse diaries or the journals of DaVinci gave us a clearer picture of their times…not to even mention their works…than any history book.
When the world is in disarray-as it is now-is the time to invest, support, defend & protect our society’s poetry, art & literature. In finishing this thought, however, I am struck by the question “Am I not stating the obvious?! Because if I’m not and this is news to most people…oh dear…we are in trouble.”