Category: Poetry

All real trust given is a leap.
A gift of value…wise ones keep.

This trapeze trust we give on faith.
This dance of deeds, must happen safe.

For, sometimes trust is earned by love.
Still, some is forced twixt push & shove.

Yet, either case requires care.
If it’s absent; belief beware.

As reasons pile to question trust…
Don’t wait too long. For, weak links rust.

Some people see me & some people don’t.
Some see a monster & can’t see or won’t.

Born into ugliness bread by the mad.
But sometimes a good thing comes out of bad.

A few can see whole; the soul that I am…
Those who cannot, well, I don’t give a damn.

Such a reward to have even one friend.
The best kind; one who’ll tune in til the end.

So here’s to my numero uno girl.
We find adventures in this mundane world.

For: J

I cannot give everything you need.
I can’t afford your water or your feed.

All that I have is the care that I’ve got.
Too, I have love from my limitless lot.

I can’t give to you far off horizons.
I can’t give you exotic environs.

I would share my home, my life & my time.
All else you want, would need be on your dime.

Can’t give you things I don’t already own.
Yet, more always turns up…where love is shown.  

Our “poverty of character” now looms large.
Where money, not merit, is slipping a charge.

For the poor, divisive disinformation.
The middle has both pride & indignation.

To the rich, permission; to take & break all.
Their tax dodges used to reinforce wealth’s wall.

Divided on truth, on science & on health.
They feed fires of hate on our screens with no stealth.

They won’t bother hiding; the devil’s driving.
Cash, so much more than character, is thriving.

Personal dynamics are suffering too.
So few have the skills, or calm, to talk things thru.

I’m mining this bad for a silver lining.
I take heart at unafraid voices shining.

A party mired in ignorance & hate…
Will find that patriots won’t take that bait.

A regime built on monetary gain…
Will see that Americans won’t be reigned.

Leaders with ambitions of tyranny…
Will face good, old fashioned, temerity.

False apocalyptic theocracy…
Sparks faith & secular morality.

Peaceful protests now in tens of millions…
Rightfully, demand a referendum.

Our stripes, not stars, mean revolution’s blood.
Each star’s ground-zero for watershed flood.

Hence…would be Kings & small-dicked dictators.
Won’t be stood…& soon, impeached as traitors.

For: My Fellow Americans

NO KINGS

No college deans nor reading drag queens are vile.
Scapegoating progressives is corrosive bile.

For, everyone has heard, “You can’t stop progress.”
Not with hate, by laws, church…nor even congress.

People are creative & destructive, both.
Each forward step is taken on as an oath.

A promise to grow & push boundaries back.
A promise to make up for the steps we lack.

Because, we will fail…bet your bottom dollar.
But we, in a hole, stop digging & holler.

It is sad to see laws bow before money.
Robber barons aren’t a new concept, Honey.

Before even them, the world was long ravaged.
Wolves wearing blessed sheep’s skin; “saving” the “savage”.

You’ve Imperial or colonial rape…
Both have used the spin of altruism’s cape.

Bullies steal from the meek; just because they can.
They don’t need any of it; monies or land.

What do they want?…full control & all power.
What do they need?…A share of grapes gone sour.

Have you not rained on enough parades?
Turned down the sun until all joy fades.

Can you not see the storms you have wrought?
Sincere forgiveness you should’ve sought.

How do you look in the eyes you’ve dimmed?
Poisonous cocktails, with lies, you’ve rimmed.

Do you not know what the difference is?
Between everyone’s & your own biz.

Will your honest admissions heal wounds?
If not, we’ll all drown in your monsoons.

Have you even tried to see it from my view?
You know, I’ve already done the same for you.

Considered factors that may have been blinding.
I tried on your shoes & walked your path’s winding.

So, I will ask again, have you done the same?
Have you imagined my hardships without blame?

Do soft-touches set you on bullying sprees?
Will you ever say, to me, “apologies”?

Do you think kind pushovers deserve a shove?
Or, can you own your mistakes, grow & choose love?

Don’t make this shit real life…put it in a show.
End the world safely…behind static screen glow.

Make this period a movie of the week.
We need remove from the destruction they seek.

We need daylight twixt life & dystopia.
We need sane notions aimed at utopia.

Not hellscapes, nor Heaven, ought we achieve.
Yet, our upwards punches are never naive.

Wilde said, “Aim for the moon & land among stars.”
Make scary movies…not human abattoirs. 

Let’s keep evil safe in idiot boxes…
Until threats are quashed & real life detoxes.