VERSES
Where Art Thou?
Squabbling in
the planet's sandbox,
howling from a fistful of the stuff
into streaming eyes, bloodline
against itself.
Domesticated life forms,
not cloned, rather
tainted with the
freedom to differ in
their cousin rivalry.
Why are the earth's many
Gods only uncles?
Let us hear from Grandfather
who in his infinite wisdom
must surely re-unite us all.
Nan 10-2014
Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been? I’ve been to Google to act like a queen. Pretty maid, pretty maid, what did you there? I let down my long old gray and white hair: A blog of my own! I’m wanting to share.
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Sunday, November 2, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
DISCONNECTION
Like deep sea dwellers bursting free to suddenly surface, with open eyes we find a suddenly changed world.
The termites of greed and power have uncovered the tender vulnerability of the people, weakening their roots.
No longer hidden, the dark side of America has broken through the fog for all the world to behold:
No longer the holy grail for which to strive, no longer a harbinger of justice just over the horizon.
Economically disenfranchised, without viable redress, the human cancer has spread,
Fed by corpses of heroes and drained of compassion.
The mutated succumb to revenge and find welcome in the new world of carnage, forfeitinbg love for destruction,
The great disconnect of the human spirit.
Like deep sea dwellers bursting free to suddenly surface, with open eyes we find a suddenly changed world.
The termites of greed and power have uncovered the tender vulnerability of the people, weakening their roots.
No longer hidden, the dark side of America has broken through the fog for all the world to behold:
No longer the holy grail for which to strive, no longer a harbinger of justice just over the horizon.
Economically disenfranchised, without viable redress, the human cancer has spread,
Fed by corpses of heroes and drained of compassion.
The mutated succumb to revenge and find welcome in the new world of carnage, forfeitinbg love for destruction,
The great disconnect of the human spirit.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
VERSES
Say It Aint So!
Here's the Thing: I've been talking
through this loudspeaker I found
in my crib 78 years ago, and just now
notice that it's not plugged in.
Say It Aint So!
Here's the Thing: I've been talking
through this loudspeaker I found
in my crib 78 years ago, and just now
notice that it's not plugged in.
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