our minds are desperate but
our hearts are clear in their
stated purpose of neutrality
as the war between worlds
will soon be waged and no
one will be the wiser for it
when it consumes our thoughts,
actions, and attitudes, taking
sides with one or another in an
effort to maintain normalcy
in a society where justice bends
not to the will of the people or divine
but to those who have the power
and the money to control destiny,
forcing those who do not agree
into camps of isolation where
they can be re-indoctrinated
into a life of freedoms where
freedoms do not exist in the
minds of the soldiers who,
in the long run,
only perceive that they were
following orders given to them
by those who believe less and
less in the life we've been given.
2 December 2020
delayed incriminations
fall short of expectations
as we adjust and
readjust our perceptions
for the fish bowl life
in which we are living;
duty ranks second
among our beliefs of
a second coming since
the un-wealthy have
little else on which to
pin their hopes other than
the donkey at a party;
we lay down our lives
we lay down the law
we lay down everything
else that matters,
but in reality
all that is ever seen
are the fears that are
always on display at
at the ballot box and the
forging of a new nation
that no one in their
right mind would have
ever dreamed about creating.
2 December 2020
at the end of the day we
weep and lament over all
that was not accomplished
although never being seen...
how could it have ever been done?
we owe our lives to our parents
yet we owe our parents nothing
once they are dead and buried
and almost forgotten as we go
about our daily lives reminding
ourselves to look at the photographs;
at the end of the night we
awake into a new world of
forgotten memories as the years
pass away much quicker than our thoughts
or the need to be in fellowship with
our fellow man and their families;
we see best what is not seen at all
and do best what we need not do,
since being criminals in this land
means we are always above the law
and never safer than free because
we were born in the right house
to the right parents and in the
right location to meet our right destiny.
2 December 2020
romance feeds on discontent
discontent feeds on love
love feeds on loneliness and
loneliness arrives from our imaginations;
life and death are the trademarks
of our existence and is
much better than thinking we are
who we are or who we need to be;
dwelling quietly in this good night
living large during this good day,
we are not so much creatures of habit
as we are creatures of our own misfortunes;
life has been given to spite the dead and
we always die despite we were once living...
it is this cycle that is the most forgiving
and the only one we can surmise
the good... the bad... the indifferent;
our hearts are always full of desire
even when married to another and
whenever divorce seems inevitable
we always perceive fault was never our own;
duty lives in the house around the corner,
we read our neighbor's newspaper after bein thrown away
desperation fills our hearts each day and night
knowing what we've accomplish will one day fade.
2 December 2020
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