Tag: middle east

I Won’t Stop Listening

If only because,

I want to make a point,

I want to suggest,

I want to indicate,

I want to somehow reach your eyes,

I won’t be able to have you hear me,

yet, somehow,

we can be in the same room,

by virtue of the words we think,

we might imagine.


The same things happen in my life as yours,

yet when we listen to the news,

we suddenly are told,

sector terrorism,

when one kills another, we wonder out loud,

to each other the reasons why,

except when the gunshot, the kniife, the rope,

when those pieces of weaponry,

suddenly unleash their hatred nearby,

we hold them in our heart,

when that happens,

I won’t stop listening.

Just, Than


The news the other day suggested: listen to this

like any other moment, the words were unheard.

Instead there were flashes of pretty people praying,

scads of lads and lassies being themselves for us.

Yet that was missed again and instead the threat,

that incessant reality of war and terror met our eyes.

For that is what he wants you to hear about today

not suggesting a capitalized surname on this one,

but more the media driven hypocrisy that bleeds

into our living space, our garage steps, car radios.

There is that sound of nauseated, dripped out sad,

the reality of our times, only magnified again, again.

Do you remember when a ‘just, than‘ moment might

transform your state of mind onto sandy beachfronts,

a golf course on the Riviera, where she and you live.

Can someone bring back that mystique we all miss

when the sun begins to set while we are left alone,

only to be easily drawn in by the man, by the man.

That certain entity of ‘everyman’ that He or She …

Oh somehow the Plan became another parody.