Category: Poetry

Something creeps,

It crawls on me,

It plagues my brain,

I am uneasy.

Something near,

Quite too close.

It hurts my heart.

I’m just morose.

Such a thing

Hangs like a noose.

I’m dangling.

What does it prove?

Have I a care?

I wonder why.

It hurts to think.

It blinds my eye.

Such thoughts are hard,

Harder than stone.

They weigh a ton,

They are no fun.

Why must they be,

To follow me

Into the night

Where I can’t see?

I don’t like it,

No, not at all.

It seems like it

Will hurt to fall.

That’s really not

A pleasant thought.

Do you blame me

For trusting naught?

Perhaps, I live

Too carefully,

But I am cautious,

Naturally,

Because I’ve suffered

At the hands

Of reckless persons

In this land.

I will worry,

When I’ve cause.

I will take

The time to pause

At the merest

Hint of threat.

Do you balance

With no net?

Rambling cruelly through a desert of creativity.

Hard to believe, I know, as much as has spewed from me.

But trust me, I’m suffering, so try to support me.

I only want friendly, good vibes from the family.

Don’t you think syncing with you would be lovely?

Tech talk can be empty, I know, but that’s just me.

Let’s do lunch or maybe a dinner together

At my house or your house or maybe at Denny’s.

Let’s have coffee, talk freely, be friendly, do something,

Go somewhere, represent, move ideas, change society.

I want to come alive when I can and change the world, don’t you?

Let do it so freedom can echo from the rooftops!

Let’s rock this and transform everything so everybody

Can be be equal and free and happy and loving!

I want us all to get along, but I want more than that.

I want community, cooperation, give and take from everybody.

I want all to feel valued and included in the dreams and visions

Of this great nation that has fallen into a sewer of stupidity.

I want us to escape from all the lies in the media and the talking heads and the egos.

I want everyone’s vote to count, and I mean every single person,

Republican, Democrat, Independent or any party.

I want all of our voices to be heard, so let’s make it happen, can we?

Meek and slow,

Such a rainbow.

Throw a stone down,

But won’t flow.

Maybe you

Can stop the might.

Maybe we won’t

Choose to fight.

Maybe we

Can call a truce

Between the sides

That both hail through.

Just a touch

Of patience can

Build a bridge

So we can plan

How to make

Things work for all.

Just don’t lie,

And don’t stall.

We must do away

With all the bombs,

All the weapons,

Big or small.

We can make

A better earth.

It will be

A second birth.

Drip, drip. I sit, a fit coming on.

I don’t seem to fit in this slot.

Circumstances seem to favor me,

Occasionally, and yet I don’t feel

Comfortable. Like a slow torture,

Like trying to sleep in a storm,

Without the rain, without anything,

But my confounded brain,

Sensing storms that don’t exist,

On land as peaceful as can be,

At least until I hear the news,

Of other places, from other people,

Of all hell breaking loose.

Why must we fume and fight?

Why must we kill each other?

Why can’t we feel safe in our homes?

Why can’t people walk or drive

Down the street, without being harassed,

Without being shot at?

It’s crazy! What is wrong with people?

I don’t get it. Our world is not well,

And it is not well with my soul.

Is there still freedom in this world?

Some of my friends would say,

You are free because you’re white.

That may be true, to a certain degree,

But I am a prisoner of my own mind,

My own creation, my own upbringing,

My family, my schooling, misinformation,

Prejudices, confusions, delusions.

In this world, there are many types of prisons,

And the greatest prison

Is in one’s own mind.

I am trapped in my own mindset.

Ha! You’ve got it easy, I hear you say.

Maybe I do, maybe I do.

But we all carry demons.

We all have shame.

We all feel guilt, for something.

I am embarrassed by things

I hear, people of my race,

Acting cruelly, violently, recklessly.

People have lost their minds, I swear.

Think as I type, I tap to a tune,

Wish I was immune to all the flack,

While you wack me for my snack

I just have a knack for eating,

You understand. So back on track,

To get a clue, I’m in the mood

To be quite rude, but hold my tongue,

Of course, cause I’m the type to spare

A life, not take one, especially for fun.

Are you numb? I wonder, sometimes.

Let’s get real. We can have a meal,

And talk it over, be like friends,

Even in cruel weather.

We can be as close as mates,

If we put away the fire and stakes.

Let’s be true to our best values,

Not the ones we get off issues.

Let’s topple all the hassles.

We can skip the loop and lassos.

Are you new to being hassled,

Or have you been there in the satchel?

Rough reviews will hurt one’s knuckles.

Winging it comes out all typos.

So, what’s the point in all this hot air?

We don’t need a rerun, not anywhere.

Give if you can, but not if you can’t.

Maybe a little, but not a rant.

Sink your battleships real quick.

Hope for just a bit of luck.

Lone birds are better than earlies,

But not if you are stuck with hurling,

Curling, stealing or kneeling.

Do the thing we all will do.

It comes natural, it’s real cool.

Be yourself until the end.

Keep your temper, then press send.

Strike a life down,

You will earn a frown

From every soul

That cares for his own.

Laugh off a bet

That you blew,

And it wrecked,

All the lives

Of those who confide

In you with their best.

Make a new start,

Give away to those

In need of a heart

To help them a bit.

It’s all worth it.

Follow the lead

Of those who will free

Prisoners and thieves,

Druggies and miscreants,

And you will see

Freedom in ecstasy.

We all belong

To be together,

Living as one,

Living in love,

Sharing all wealth

To those in need,

Not clawing and scratching

Their way to the top.

You must give of yourself,

Give to others

What has been given to you.

You are privileged

With what you have,

So share those things,

Which are only

Temporarily yours.

Things are not meant to just stop,

But they should constantly flow

From one to the other,

Back and forth,

Building a beautiful web

Of generosity.

Doesn’t that sound

Like heaven?

My country’s a wreck,

So what do I do?

They blame Obama,

But they have no clue!

Barack, I know

You’re giving your all

To heal this country

From its great fall.

So many years

Of war and strife,

Trillions of debt,

So you spend your life

Cleaning it up,

The mistakes made

By former leaders,

The war in Iraq,

The money bleeders.

The rich get richer,

So we pay more.

It’s got to stop,

And you couldn’t do more.

But, now, I see,

You have indeed,

Kicking Citizen’s United

To the curb, where it should be.

Let us all

Pull together.

Get the word out.

It’s now or never.

Stop injustice

In its tracks.

Make real the promises,

End the silence.

It can be done.

It can be done.

Fired up!

Ready to go!

Grieving in silence,

I hear the sound,

Of all the people

Crying out.

The innocent man

Is killed in the street.

The infant child,

Is blown off his feet.

I want to tell

You how I feel,

But I’m afraid it won’t

Help to heal

All the hurt,

The dangerous woe,

The pain and torment

From our foes.

Wouldn’t you

Like to be

Free of stress,

Feeling free?

Oh, the time

Has certainly come

To shut the door

On death that roams.

We must find

A middle way

That works for all,

Or we will pay.

All of us

Are at risk.

The war will come

With guns and fists.

I don’t want

To see the end.

I want us all

To be friends.

So, let us not

Criticize.

Let us love

All girls and guys.

We can be

The best of friends

If we try

To make amends.

Would you like to know

Where I am, at any given moment?

Wouldn’t it be interesting,

To get inside my head?

Perhaps, not,

For I am a boring soul,

Sometimes.

But, as kind of a scientific experiment,

A moral goal,

An artistic challenge.

Wouldn’t it be cool,

To get inside someone’s head?

Poems, essays, even fiction,

Do reveal something about ourselves,

But we are in control

Of what is revealed,

For the most part.

What if we surrendered all control?

What if we simply

Let it all out,

Let it flow,

Without any filter?

Is that possible?

Is it permissible?

Is it moral?

Is it good?

Perhaps,

Some may say,

Some of these questions

Are not relavent,

Are not pertinent,

Are not interesting,

Are not “scientific”.

But what are we,

If not moral beings?

What is art,

If it has no moral goal?

Perhaps,

We could argue,

That any process,

Which reveals information,

Is valuable, moral and good.

But is that true?

I would like to know,

As this is a great concern of mine.

Where do we go from here?

I am a conflicted soul.

On one side,

I believe in peace, love,

Justice and sacrifice.

On the other,

I believe in freedom, expression,

Individuality and protection

From tyranny.

But protection from tyranny

Requires something.

That something is a military,

The right to bear arms,

The armed force

Of a revolution, if necessary.

I certainly agree,

That the American Revolution,

The French Revolution, and

The Union Army in the Civil War,

Were all worthwhile.

But what about Jesus?

What about the peaceful struggles

For civil rights

By the Black citizens

Of the United States?

Was Christianity only successful

Because of Constantine

And the Crusades?

Were civil rights only achieved

In America

Because of the Black Muslims,

The Black Panthers,

The National Guard,

The President of the United States,

And the military power

Behind him?

I want to believe

That civil rights in America

Were achieved

Because of religion,

And moral conscience.

But is that a smoke screen?

Was it really about military force?

What is really necessary?

What is truth?

What is justice?