Category: Poetry

No one said fighting to live would be fun.
Fighting is all that, sometimes, can be done.

Resist where you can; while, out-creating.
Choose courses wisely for revenge plating.

If you can afford, redirect cash-flow.
Spend on hope’s progress & defund our foe.

Wealthy & healthy of body & mind?
Grants & scholarships are evil’s rewind.

Resistance spending & progressive acts…
Now, need deploying where either is lax.

I am no good at insincerity.
Even in jest, I speak with clarity.

New strangers expecting my open arms…
Don’t get that, at first, I’m gaging their harms.

I’m also prone to stretching truth wholly.
I’ve gilded the facts with hyperbole.

Drama is a matter of apertures.
Accessible even by amateurs.

Truth from the left don’t resemble the right.
Is the truth of day the same at midnight?

Kernels of truth in an epic fable…
Shine thru eons enriching round tables.

For, lies told widely with evil intent…
Cannot muffle truth’s ring & what is meant.

Our every wrong is a chance to get right.
A hole in knowledge to fill in with plight.

Pride will rise ready to defend its own.
Let grace wash over you & cool your tone.

Just personal grace; nothing religious.
Self-sourced calm for proud bluster prodigious.

Gracefully settled, look for the lessons.
Your take-aways can fill that depression.

Don’t fear a gap in the weave of your minds.
Stuff it with facts while experience binds.

It’s unfair; this burden we each must carry.
This anxious worry that cruel will get scary.

The heavy weight that misdeeds lay at our doors.
Creeping cringe that knows they want us on all fours.

That glint of pure avarice in leaders’ eyes.
Stripping all things sophisticated & wise.

All for gain now…or the birthing of evil.
Their hate for my people is low & lethal.

Just the tip of the iceberg in every day.
So, keep cranking the heat till they melt away. 

Users & takers don’t give; they receive.
Any proffered warmth is meant to deceive.

Takers are not concerned with what you need.
They lap up your kindness with jowls of greed.

Users won’t worry about what you feel.
They are shopping you for what they can steal.

Yet, you have defenses built in for these.
Close your eyes & see their aura’s disease.

See blank, black & grey wreathing their persons.
Ignore your gut & all of it worsens.

Like vampires, they cannot get in with force.
Clock intentions & they’ll leave in due course.

We live in this age of constant content.
Where, happiness hangs on likes & comments.

Thunder doesn’t help us notice the rain.
It only signifies a WiFi strain.

Night’s dark doesn’t lead us to look for stars.
Doom scroll & gaming, our midnight mars.

Dawn’s brightening does not draw us to nature.
“Weekend Binge”: hypnotic nomenclature.

Constant content is not experience.
So, we’re trapped in states of esurience.

It provides nothing but dopamine hits.
Reject distraction from all life’s best bits.

The truth is cheap but we are broke.
We’ve sugar pills on which to choke.

Campaign promises broken swift.
Total access for massive grift.

Apologetic weathermen.
Too, patriotic revenants.

Conspiracy theorists online.
Humanitarian aid mined.

All this ugly was voted for…
By jaded rich & naive poor.

I owe you nothing; you owe me.
Nothing so mere as cheap money.

Lifetimes of ease; earned in the first.
Eternal love; quenching hell’s thirst.

Money enough to not worry.
Shelter from rain, cold & flurries.

Comfortable clothes & warm skin.
Warmth provided by loving kin.

This is the place to send my bill.
It owes me & collect…I will.

I am not ready but the paper days turn.
Rusty muscles & bones; all feeling the burn.

Pushing ever harder to milk all my best.
Focused on exercise, on diet & rest.

Living with physical limitation sucks.
Still, I am capable of giving some fucks.

It’s a big internal fight every morning.
The pain just sits there; ignorant & scorning.

But, beat it I do; both, day in & day out.
Weaponized motivation…for fear, has clout.

Collect memories now to curate later.
Write a history without all the haters.

Tell your story as if they were all absent.
Do not let the troglodytes mar your talent.

Enrapture the world with the news you’ve arrived.
Leave off the speed bumps that your foes have contrived.

Understand…be proud of what you’ve overcome.
Yet, not including their snags will strike them dumb.

What a blow to the bullies who just serve strife…
That, they get no credits in your happy life.

Wear this interpretation like ink on skin.
You’ve built too nice a tale to let ugly in.