A Prayer For Meaning

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Today the battle won for the many,

those lives that fill our hearts with meaning,

the memories of laughter, filled the room,

when so many others were left alone.

 

Today, we do recall our brothers and sisters,

whose names we all know always forever,

the lives of strong, courageous beings,

went before our own to save such freedoms.

 

Today, in our ‘day off’ we must remember,

the many heartfelt thanks to all the members,

our lives are allowed to stand in sunshine,

only because their day off would be eternal.

 

So when we fire up the grill, pop the beverage,

when the favorite t-shirts and celebrations,

take over our country, light up the skies,

know the freedom they fought be not forgotten.

 

Be the infinite matter that defines our lives,

for their strength embolden our false security.

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Peaceful Resistance

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women’s march 2017

What led the world to respond,

with not only a few, enough to stop the presses

or perhaps filter the pond,

that place with which he will empty he stresses.

 

There this movement spoke with urgency

offered the eyes of millions to understand

we are framed within our own clemency,

to know the bounds for which we stand.

 

A sweet reckoning of the world

we spoke aloud the travesty of miscreants

without any harm the winds swirled

around our energy with little resistance.

 

Inside the mystique of love in sweet release

stand with her, and she, amidst a magical peace.

 

* Getty Images 2017

Clowns Among Children

We are a sad face

To listen to our squeal

We can never erase

Such a psychotic wheel

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They play their stupid games

Each one cruel as another

Doesn’t matter their aims

Just a hypocritical bother.

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I wonder what they imagine

when fear is a constant knock

Across the pond the whine

of wives in superficial frock.

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Is this a nation that truly leads

Or are we only as callous

As the earth we cultivate weeds

That such a freedom is us.

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People die yet they don’t listen

What can they possibly think

A nation that whose only mission

To weigh in such juvenile ink.

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Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget

The natural pain and angst they beget.

Donald Trump & Everyone Else ( a rant )

Here’s the thing. I wrote a poem based completely upon the persona that Donald Trump showed America in an interview shortly before he gave a campaign speech in Iowa. What is really frightening is that people will actually take the time to listen to him. The man is a fraud of himself and he doesn’t even realize it. He so happy to present an obnoxious intolerant persona, that he doesn’t even have to think about the damage, nor does he have a clue the harm that his words and action bring upon America or the United States as we stand as a Nation. He touts The Bible as his favorite book, but is unable to connect with any spiritual character from the book. I don’t imply that Donald Trump is not a smart man, I only want to impress upon people that he is a dangerous man.

He visibly demeaned a Mexican National when he kicked Jorge Ramos out of his press conference. He even went so far as to bully him, and sternly tell him to sit down. This was a passive man asking a question. Trump eventually said, ‘go back to Univision’ before having one of his goons remove the reporter. Let’s think about that for a minute. What does ‘go back to Univision’ imply when speaking to a Mexican immigrant? It suggests go back to Mexico because you don’t match up to the standard I see America living, or you don’t fit into my grand plan.

My wife has compared Trump to Hitler. I have disagreed until tonight. Imagine if this man was in charge of our country. First of all it would take years for him to understand the process of being the POTUS because right now he just thinks it is a position he can own with money. It is a sad commentary to have the masses of our nation get behind a person that represents taking everything away from the poor and the lower middle class, the people of color, the immigrants and anyone else who does not have the where with all to survive in the world Donald Trump believes he will create.

I do sincerely believe that he does think that is possible. His ego is being stroked by every person that looks him in the eye and smiles whenever he says anything that desecrates the political process, or when he slanders or destroys in words only the credibility of people running for office or running our country.

Tonight before his rally – I didn’t watch the speech, but I did see Ann Coulter at the podium introducing Donald Trump. Think about that for a moment would you please. She is a self-proclaimed racist, last time I checked. What a pair of people to represent our nation. My wife’s analogy is becoming more and more believable with every appearance Donald Trump makes on his campaign tour.

We are a diverse country. We are not expected to all get along together. But at the same time, we must begin to realize that what Donald  Trump represents is nothing more than the 1% wielding their power and control of the American dream, if that still exists. If we put someone like Trump in office, we are suggesting we are an ignorant populace in a democratic country that is willing to throw their freedom away as a result of a disparaging, conceited, clueless, loud-mouthed narcissist that could care less about anyone but his own image carved into a statue that is gaudy and mis-representative of everything our founding fathers created for this country. Mount Rushmore doesn’t have enough volume of rock to accommodate this egomaniac’s head. Wake up America!

Good night moon!

Thinking Out Loud … Again (Revised)

I’ve read and listened to a lot of opinion throughout the week centered around the Charleston tragedy. I have been trying to wrap my head around this new yet predictable nightmare in our society. I have read about the politicizing of real deaths at the hand of a racist. I’ve listened to the dialogue that suggests the different lens that applies to a White versus a Black assailant. I’ve heard the hate crime accusations, seen the picture comparing the arrest of a white or black person and the different techniques labeled with assessment of entitlement versus discrimination. I’m as disturbed by this as the next person. I am literally frozen with confusion over the tragedy in Charleston.

However, the most bothersome piece that aggravates me tonight is this. I have heard the notion that the President, our elected President of the United States – a position of such stature that I was raised to always publicly respect whether I agreed or disagreed with their views – be labeled a narcissist whose sole objective is to bring more spotlight to himself rather than offer condolence to the haunting pain the victims of the Charleston massacre are enduring. The man has stated that he has had to speak about this terroristic behavior in our own country more times than he cares to remember, yet, there are still people that want to crucify him for trying to be the spokesperson for change in the United States of America. He is the President, and speak on the tough issues is what he was elected to do. I’m afraid he cannot change the minds of those that refuse to listen for no other reason but to desecrate his term in office.

Despite the obvious, I still cannot fathom how our society can so easily pass the buck, blame other people, shed their focus on labeling and defaming the strong character of the POTUS, who is actively trying to address the issues that impact our Nation in the only manner he possibly can, by using the pulpit that he was asked to stand upon to represent the people when elected into office.

I’m not sure what it will take for people to understand the problems in our country are not the fault of the President of the United States. I’m not sure if people are able to fathom the true humanity that President Obama endures when he tries to speak to the needs of our country, and becomes simply the fodder for those that only want to diminish his position in office.

Let’s try for a moment to remember this turmoil is not about Barack Obama. This issue is not about a political agenda.

This turmoil is really about no one else but ourselves, our own inability to look in the mirror and recognize as individuals in this nation of suggested freedom, that we are responsible for the energy that creates or extinguishes the monsters that exist in and around us. Until we can truly face the music, and begin to listen and create the dialogue that offers resolution, collaboration, respect and forward thinking, we will always find an outlet like a President of color to hammer upon so we haven’t any need to look at ourselves. Please, look in the mirror.

We are a nation of entitlement. We need to get over ourselves and stop complaining and start loving one another unconditionally. Start moving forward.

There truly is a benefit to positive thinking. There is truly even a greater benefit to sharing a positive frame of mind in that collaboration. Let’s begin that dialogue as a nation. Until we can start a real conversation with one another, we will always find a way to cast blame and inevitably politicize our shortcomings.

Let’s not make our own insecurities and fear of communication feed a mission statement for defining who we are in our country. That certainly does not have to be who we are together in this struggle.

Think about where it is we all come from. Think about our roots before we use an easy out to shelter ourselves from being a part of the storm of hypocrisy we live and breathe every day in America. Instead, let’s begin to listen and recognize love. Peace.

That War Thing

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Remember when we were kids while the men built the world around us

Soft dirt piles that stretched for miles

We’d have dirtball fights, tossing clay across the fields

Until our parents yelled and bayed

Saying soon, an eye will be taken out by one of y’all

We were having our own replicated war

Safely found within the boundaries of friendship

Nobody wanted to kill one another that day

‘Cept for the occasional well aimed rock hidden in clay

We always got past that though, knowing we were kids

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Remember when we were kids and the letters started to arrive

Our brothers were going away dressed well in uniforms

Back then we listened to the news to hear whether they were dead

Having sacrificed their lives for what my mommy called

Harvesting the fields for somebody else’s cotton

What do we want with somebody else’s cotton I remember asking

She just showed me tears and walked into the other room

I grew up watching the names scroll across the evening news

Thinking these names were representing heroes

Not realizing one day I would forget to understand their sacrifice

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Remember when we applauded the gladiators of the football field

Dressed in colors and heavy duty armor ready to pillage the line

We grew up watching these teams of defenders and animal pillages

Totally blind to the driven massacres that occurred across the seas

We took on new parts of our lives when we realized the truth

The war across the bay was real, these guys on a field were a play

Yet who were the heroes now we began to cry out loud

Pine boxes and metal tags, missing limbs and lost minds

The war today is no more blind to the pain then yesterday

We still lose lives that held brother’s and sister’s hands

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Mothers still cry, and fathers still try to hold up their heads

To recognize the sacrifice that no-one truly ever understands

Social Stigma Screams

Remember waiting for the phone

Calling or dialing

Even the cylinder seemed a chore

When your words were carefully

Chosen

Thoughts that ran through your mind

Might be jotted down on

Parchment

Paper in our day became a recorded

History of benevolent memory

Lots of love was passed

From one letter to another

Remember waiting for the mail

So that your lover’s words would reach into your heart

And when it did not arrive how long

Time waited

To resolve the anxiety, questions, notions

Wheels rolling in your mind

Like the telephone

When will it ring?

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What the fuck happened

To moments that

Left me rolling on the floor with laughter

I don’t recall

Rolling on the floor

Unless perhaps in the arms of a lover

I did dance like no one was watching

Yet that was before cameras

Before the notion of becoming viral

Ever crossed my mind

Really did not ever want to be recalled

In a few taps on a keyboard

Would rather be forgotten

Then openly destroyed and recorded

In the eyes of the ignorant masses

We are that sad lot

That doesn’t really comprehend the mortality

Of our spewed, shattered, sinful words

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Only for a moment might our minds feel justified

Years later recorded history will be trivial key-strokes