what was expected of him... now
at seventy... he want to do only
that which he wants to do... but
cannot think of anything to do.
and once all our cards
were placed on the table,
wee had nothing on which
to draw or to save for a
rainy day... we are elements
of chance that will never
interact in the near future.
how dimly the light shines
when we cannot see the
evil we have done and how
brightly it shines when
we decide to evaluate others.
in a lighthearted attitude we allow
our random thoughts to explode
into an unknown fanciful world of
the imagination and it feels wonderful,
and even though time has been
temporarily suspended, we have
stayed much too long already...
once we leave the mental hologram
we pick up where we left off.
as we go out and about
beautiful women seem to
be everywhere we are
and I feel like a little boy
in a china shop with his
mother who says...
"look but don't touch."
searching for a pencil and found
an unopened letter... I was afraid
to even touch it like it was
something so very personal.
out on the patio, I would feel
the warmth of the sun penetrate
below the surface of my skin
as I relax... reclining in my all
too often mental lounge chair.
what man has buried in his past
we must now come to term with
before racial injustice will end.
they marched in ever increasingly wider circles
for hours in the hot summer sun...
they marched because they were told to march,
because it would make them good soldiers,
they marched until their olive green fatigues
were black with sweat and dirt and their lips
parched and cracked and their eyes were bloodshot,
they laughed at the Army their drill master and at
each other as they were like no other... and,
that was the best reason of all to keep marching.
we are under no moral obligation to
create our own happiness nor should
we expect it to come from others...
we are responsible only to man's laws
even when it prevents our happiness,
under the threat of religious revenge,
we live allowing it to affect our behavior
then rationalization takes over and we
may say things but this is how we live.
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