Even The Brightest Might Second Guess

Oh it is a travesty,

to imagine we live in a society,

so bent on coercive plurality,

we have to think about our sanity.

 

How is it possible

so many are duped

forgotten are our principles,

drawn inside a very large scoop.

 

I listened to the news last night,

again, abhorrent, aghast, afoul,

and now today the sun will shine,

it will seem we all have only called foul.

 

It is in the best interest of a human being,

to recognize love, to understand peace,

for within the heart and soul of any bearing,

is the need to connect rather than divide.

 

We live in an alarming time, you and me,

whereby simple words can foul a nation,

One man may suggest the world is flat,

and for a time, the people will know exactly that.

 

Or do they really know,

is it that easy,

My, instead I think it’s Bowling Green

a simply massacre of intelligible rhetoric.

 

For if it is really said it’s true,

If it is really sad, is it true?

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A Rising Fire

There’s a frightening reality exists around our lives

we’d like to believe it isn’t the panic our mind derives.

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Yet, how else can we explain the mounting tension,

the averted eyes, the tarnished world we mention.

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Would that it mattered our own lives hang in the balance

that we imagine we might never have to take a chance

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at living on the edge, at realizing any moment we could

be sacrificed in the eyes of the majority that would.

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If they might allow the world to crumble into mediocrity

than perhaps we ought to recognize some new civility.

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I once believed that everyone could always get along

I didn’t know soon there’d be a man who didn’t belong.

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A woman who might have tears at the loss of her own

ability to protect herself, after the stitches have been sewn.

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I wonder about the man whose scrutiny became passe

until a friend or a colleague or a family – you know the way.

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We are a populace of similar mind and quiet fortitude

so alike we would laugh if we ever embraced our attitude.

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Take a minute to glance around you tonight, tomorrow, now,

see the world in a day as it stands nearby as societies allow.

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We measure our lives too easily by the growing masses,

Little thought reminds us we are really quite the asses.

Death In the Family

We knew

in his eyes

a fear he wouldn’t ever

reveal to anyone

he smiled,

we cried,

we knew

he would wander

boiling pressure

every glance seemed agenda,

hadn’t quite known youth;

a soccer field

was his life then,

but how quickly we move

beyond who we are, where we belong.

we knew,

he would falter,

yet we sometimes do

wonder,

if God or some spiritual magic

contains our soul,

even in the worst times,

a young age,

a bullet reprisal,

then gone,

and everyone sitting together,

just weep

for the next lost soul

We Bleed at the Doorstep (dedicated to Marcos Pantaleon)

Our lives are here together
We share our triumphs
With the same energy that consumes
Our despair
We now know tragedy on a personal level
Not the first time
We know the risks while others
Simply do not own
Or care to understand
And yet tonight
We are one and we are strong
And Boston is a very long way away
We bleed at the doorstep
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Truth is as I stand here with you
I don’t have a clue
The symbolic nature of your
Sacrifice. I can only feel
Loss and confusion
The halls of Shakopee will empty
Of the laughter and love you bring
To every day with your smile
I feel your spirit tonight
And I look around
And the people all represent
The beauty of your challenge
That is Energy
We bleed at the doorstep
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People can be beautiful
In the smiles and tears that are shared
To help ease the pain
The terrible angry scorn
Of wondering what is His plan?
How do we continue to seek our
Passion
Within a disconnect that shirks
Our freedom to laugh and love
Tonight we stand together
A familiar sight
That works in quiet beauty
We bleed at the doorstep
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Candles will be held towards your light
Guide us eternally home with you tonight.