While We Wait We Witness


A firestorm of controversy,

life turned upside down,

dangling in the clouds

are the idealists, the true

companions of our forgiveness.


On earth here in damp soil

trodden upon by the masses

there are children screaming

parents crying

siblings a wonder

of just where it all belongs.


In the news today there’s noise

the sort that settles the easily

drawn by naive persecutions.

Instead of wondering what

goal is felt by all of them,

it is the personal will to struggle.


While we wait for our prosecution,

The execution of rhetoric we witness.

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When Obama Cries

I would ask you this, when your criticism mounts,

do you remember your own tears?

When President Obama shows real tears,

is there a moment when we wonder about ourselves,

when human nature responds with emotion,

we enjoy, we love, we relish the opportunity

to point out our weak society.

When the Newtown tragedy was discussed in your own home,

were there tears, do  you remember,

did you block that part out only because you couldn’t possibly

agree with the truth?

Do you remember the first time your mother told you it is ok,

to cry.

To cry in public,

to recognize we are human beings and sadness when on display

could be powerful beyond display.

Do you understand passion, I believe President Obama wants you to.

Think about your last cry, and honor the beauty of peace

of mind and body.

Think about what leadership means when emotion is honorable.

Haven’t Heard

I listened only long enough to fear,

the easiest emotion,

that moment when suddenly confusion, our lives,

becomes less about

being in control,

far more about wanting to

run away.

I want that,

more than anything else in the world,

I don’t want to be there when it happens.

I don’t desire definition.

Whether we begin to accept anything at all,

seems relevant only to those who might no longer need hope,

those who are the souls walking the earth tonight.

They are the ghosts in and around our mechanical antics,

fleshing out the reality of our lives,

while we with little regard for our own sanity,

struggle to understand just why hate needs to be a precedent

in our daily lives.

I cannot imagine the horror beyond my own intellectual


to all of the cruelty that exist outside my door,

outside yours, theirs, and wherever I walk tomorrow,

well that could be the right place again …

the wrong time doesn’t really have definition anymore.


Perhaps there is something to the purpose of faith

beyond expectation, beyond us, beyond me.

Wanting Peace – Chronology of Hope


When I was a child I wondered about Vietnam,

couldn’t wait to see the names scroll by

the evening news, Walter Conkrite’s lovely sigh

would ring in my mind until my later bedtime.


I saw the protestors, I lived by their side,

I was the kid the one with dreams and hope,

everyone else jaded with shards of rope,

to me this all seemed rather a cool slide.


When Malcolm was shot I was only five

years old, yet young enough to curate

a foundation of wonderment to relate

my own upbringing to his will to survive.


Shards of glass tore through the landscape

I remember Bloody Sunday to wit

storms of lost souls with no regret

their master the King slain without escape.


I recall my childhood the assassinations

today an older soul was still watching scroll

the names scan across on the idiot box below

the regular news, the stuff of our emotions.


In California, a presidential wannabe

gunned down without a moment good bye

where on the ground the nation’s own lie

the world went on, we had needs to see.


Instead of losing our nation’s leaders,

we’re taking away those we don’t know

those we have often times told to go,

yet somehow they cannot be seceders.


We argue commonality and dated resource

no one really knows who will need defend

a nation in peril of its society soon to upend

ignorance of reasoning, (bare) arms of course


I read the news today, heard about the fire

within whose wasteful rage to wallow close

to take a life that matter so to all of those

family that in his life he tried to aspire.


What happens in our world today,

such to disillusion the American way.

In A Word


I look around the room, and see many lives,

all with private notions in a public display,

some busy developing futures, others, well,

just visiting expecting nothing less,

nothing that might upset their routine.

Way back then, there was the occasional gunslinger,

came to town and everyone feared,

the local sheriff would earn their badge,

settling the deed, at the local saloon.

That was sort of a lawless time,

whereby everyone survived by virtue of their own space,

how they protected themselves from outside

demons, the enigma of evil, terror.

Society modernized and laws began to take effect,

each neighborhood creating rules for safety,

so that the badman with the scarf over their face,

could be identified earlier than later, people saved.


So why is it today when I go to have movies entertain,

I will always have fear of being gunned down and slain.


*photo credit to DeviantArt

The Shooter

I’m the guy that made the news

I shot your baby girl

I took out your track star

I killed your favorite teacher

I did slay the demons that are me

and I am so damn cool, can’t you see?

I’m all over the news

I made CBS, NBC & ABC all at the same time.

Oh, that’s right, I wrote a journal about it too.

I knew you’d want to read about how normal my


is beyond the insanity of my passion for glory.

my ability to change your world

my penchant to announce this pain

my reality that suddenly taunts your world with


the kind that changes your mentality

the kind that remains inside your head from now

until you die yourself.

Isn’t that cool?

How powerful our world allows us to be

because everyone is afraid of taking away our rights.

Something about an amendment that seems

well, ridiculous and delightful at the same time.

Damn, gotta love Ebay and Amazon and Google

changed my world in the push of a button

trigger happy realities are so accessible.

Sleep well ok, I’m coming to a neighborhood near you.