Category: Poetry

We will leave a legacy of growth.
For, we are the sum of every oath.

Always forward even when setback.
Glad for what we have…not what we lack.

Though, now, it may be open season.
Hunted peoples must cling to reason.

Yes harried hounded & surrounded.
Hold on to hope when you’re confounded.

It’s not time for ye old surrender.
It’s time to shine our pride & splendor.

Some people sweat & some people bet…Let me explain myself.
Those who worry plan in a hurry…& chancers chase the wealth.

A tongue can wag in any direction; better that you act.
Yet action can still damage, if with thin air you’ve made your pact.

I can but only hope & work towards my destination.
So, I must guess & eyeball fate’s unknowable gestation.

Then, & again, I could just coast inevitability…
To stranger tides of futility & sure senility. 
 
In truth, there is but one thing to do & that is carry on.
Though never dare even think of uttering, “I should calm down”.

It’s really “better or worse” to which we’ve committed?
For, I no longer want to dance with the dim witted.

So, yeah…I guess this is it & this is who we are?
I suppose it turns out we haven’t come all that far?

Nope…We didn’t solve racism, sexism & such.
Again…we’ve regressed & leaned into the strongman crutch.

It’s really all or nothing with new aged puritans.
Your paper doll’s sharp edge proves blood hasn’t kissed your hands.

People are convinced that Musky wealth will trickle down.
That they’re just temporarily bereft of king’s crown.

We’re so competitive, that we’ll race to the bottom.
We’ll crash bigger & better than Rome did…or Sodom.

They’re rutting in darkness & praying to light.
These idiocracies we currently fight.

It started with Morning in America.
Now, refined into despotic gothica.

This suicide pact of the religious right?
It has shown that our “Shining Hill” ain’t so bright.

Much afeared, the rules of their imagined friends.
Too concerned with conceived theoretic ends.

We’re looking ahead whilst they hang on old plights.
Truth’s tension is why our reality bites.

Make it fluid; make it flight.
Let it pass without a fight.

Make the days run by like rain.
Make each month a bullet train.

Make the years a foggy dream.
Let us slide unhurt thru steam.

Dull the pain & make this swift.
Four years hence; you dig my drift?

For, then’s a chance to save us all.
Will we forget, again, that fall?

I weep for myself, my people, my friend.
I grieve what was & is no more again.

My inner child’s asking questions right now.
I don’t have answers; no “who, what, why, how?”.

All we have is the next slippery step.
The road’s slick & unsure…but on we schlep.

Blind, we gallop towards burning stables.
No finery safe whilst flipping tables.

A slouching beast takes residence on high.
Surely, we’ve guardrails to hold the end nigh?

I hoped I’d say goodbye today…be done with you forever.
Yet, here we find ourselves somewhere good people dreamt of never.

How can we be patriots in Puritan states that hate us?
Where do we find points of pride if we cannot pass in straightness?

Some will flee, some will stay & some will break apathetic.
Some will cleanse their hearts of hate & evolve to sympathetic.

For my part, yet, I have no plan…I’m still reeling on my heels.
Though, yes, we might be martyred first…chin up even as one kneels.

We cannot rest, though we are spent; the day to day must go on.
We will not bow, nor bend, nor break; we must greet this new gray dawn.

Do it, make it, build your light; be your very own tone.
Build the world you dreamt that night; gossamer spun & sewn.

Everything you’ve lost is ever present in your mind.
It’s coupled with its memories & its loss in kind.

So, take the ghosts of the past & marry them to now.
This is how you know thyself; this is exactly how.

What’s born that day is fullest you; glowing from within.
The past informs us now & awake is future’s win.

It’s disheartening to think that most haven’t a clue.
Sight requires open eyes & it matters what you do. 

I’ve always been slightly mad in life; notably in the falls.
I’m acutely tuned to darkening days & predator calls.

I can sense enclosures & I am piqued by subtle alarm.
A snapped twig or cracked leaf & I’m bolting from the threat of harm.

Yapping dogs gone barking mad & every chill I ever had…
My hind brain blinks & blows its grid; climbing fear to close its lid.

This, like much, holds its own perils…dodging risk steepens uphills.
Thus, you may miss easy fun…whilst making breaks for safer sun.

When all is said & done, the choices will always remain yours.
Learning what to truly fear cannot but aide you in your tours.

Why do our edges dull; & why do we break down?
Why is our effort null; & where is our renown?

Our pitiful fights won; & petty ones lost…we are hopeful brigands;
Love’s motley star-crossed.

Our minds mostly in sync & simper fi one eye.
A well weathered wink…so nothing slips by.

It’s over in a blink & drawn out for a mile.
Two very tall stiff drinks & nurse them for a while.

Gulping thru the ease in; again, I relearn you.
Please lean in to reason…
Say, love can get bored too.