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Might follow mike slight fight fall muck

Into reich resist walk wallow bite ride

Ill ink white road meek slink confide is

Smite marsh mall mock wide fear flick

Abba mar much sweet scar feet tool

March ball beauty rib swear wack meal

Stipend weird walk flight smear watch

Mean slug flick mill swill feel wobble

Squawk ember slot powerful sleek

Punch fleet much switch cower yuck

Hoof

Mack yore love yet teak yell mood pit

Yes poop shorts you sick rearrange

Yikes create dresser street ambulance

Building get tree highway scenery

Laughing sort cloud saint sift stab yet

Written book ate restaurant slow slew

Parking slick start football yonder slot

Sticker tick stack under racket shoe cry

Ting softer cracker shirt slot clock yet

Hat strange clue ack light muck move

Rocket moo Yule crock soot mate roof

Matter moon yellow permanent rain

Peepers trolley pool pepper sleeve pic

Pencil socket cubit stool marker hoof

Mine

Piece loud sift mean rowdy large

Apple lean arrange aim bored ending

Leave tube saint below render made

Orb mark mend elbow sob puff tub

Bubble soothe stab arbor sound till

Labrador follow found bobble marble

Roar arc moor ocular might soccer elf

Leaf find quite paper proof still mine

The Path to Peace

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.

Our World Is Falling Apart

There seems to be much hatred brewing, all over the world.  Here in America, we seem more divided than ever before. It seems things are almost at, or even past, the breaking point. Many die in the streets. Many are murdered by law enforcement officers. Many cry out for justice, that seems too long in coming. Many, including myself, are appalled at the decisions that are made in Washington, that don’t seem to represent the people. Republicans are hostile towards everything liberal. Democrats are hostile towards anything conservative. Both parties jump on any chance to stick one to their opponents. The murders in Charleston, and the defense of the rebel flag. Marriage equality, and the battle for religious liberty. ISIS, Al Queda, and all the terrorist attacks. People joke on Facebook about killing other people who have opposing views or lifestyles that differ from theirs. Always, it seems things are coming to a head. If we don’t find some way to soothe all the tensions, I am afraid that our country is going to break out into a civil war. When leaders try to appease one group that is offended, they offend the other group. Is there any way out of this mess? How do we move towards peace? How can we find a middle ground that will work for everyone? Is that even possible? Some think we are moving towards the end of the world. It may be the end of us, at least, if we don’t do something soon.

Maneuver

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Caught taught rot apple ring sting

Blame aim lame tame came you

Ape tell melt hell ate rate do your

Label never when fight cable yonder

Cleave coo route yell well tell stipend

Real maneuver cling roof onto why

Wheel read clear queer rear rowdy

Cloudy clue might moor roar raid aid

Mall tall lull make rake cake quite my

Soot suit sweet mar war swear rude

Tool mull swallow claw swoon saber

Sweater follow quail search scale clip

Swipe manner peach cater maid mite

Experiments of the Mind

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?

The Necessity of Protection from Tyranny and Oppression

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?

Surprised By Today

Jumbling, stumbling,

Echoes of time,

Phrases, interruptions,

Excitable comments,

Boring lectures,

Fights and resolutions,

Mercy and apologies,

Sad stories and funny experiences.

Tossed, teased, pushed and pulled.

Is it all the same,

For everyone?

Never.

We are all unique.

Each day is new,

Never knowing

What to expect.

Will this good or bad thing

Happen today?

Will it be a mix of both?

Will I find

What I’ve been looking for?

Will I get the answer

To my question?

It never stops.

Over and over,

We are surprised,

By grief and joy,

Heartache and togetherness,

Shock and peacefulness.

What will tomorrow bring?

We never know.

The “Multi-verse”*

*The following poem came to me after reading the proposal of the rudiments of a scientific theory of the creation of life by Matthew Heiman 

Was there ever an instant

When time started?

Does time ever stop?

Does the universe recycle?

Can our existence be reduced

To the creation of oxygen,

Water, ice, a vacuum,

And the energy in a supernova?

These are ideas,

But ideas can start a revolution.

Can our small minds handle it?

Perhaps, my friend is correct.

I don’t know.

These ideas are too complex

For my small mind.

Perhaps,

Like in the time of Galileo,

We all need to open our minds

To the possibility that

We are confused,

We are small-minded,

We have been deceived,

We have been wrong

About things that we feel

So sure about,

Things we have been taught

All of our lives,

Things that we’ve struggled with,

Over and over,

But in the end,

We’ve resigned our minds and wills

To what we’ve seen as undeniable,

Unavoidable,

Incomprehensible.

Have we resigned ourselves

To something, someone,

Whom we cannot bring ourselves

To do without?

Have we resigned ourselves

To God?