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What Do We Fear?
4 Questions Concerning the Fate of Humanity It is not a question of who we have been or even who we are now. It’s a question of who we become. More importantly, it’s whether we choose or whether we continue to embrace the pain and chaos we manifest and appear to revel in, in our […]
You Cannot Know
We need not raise our voices That would hardly be civilized I mean we’re not talking of war Not even talking rumors of war Simply calculating profit and loss Guns sales as profits, lives as loss It is only criminal if we’re caught When at war; so when are we not Yours are the lives […]
It’s No Mystery
Why do we think we know what’s best for others When we do such a laughable job living ourselves Despite how we look, act, all are sisters, brothers Make as much sense as bookcases without shelves If all the hate were turned to love and down to up To balance all of the mistakes made […]
We’re Gone;
Everything’s rapidly growing worse It is true in prose, it is true in verse We’ll all party until we finally drop Time will show us we’re not on top Let’s dance across the sands of time To discover that it is just quick-lime Or sink into the slime and the ooze It does not matter […]
Dialogue
I haven’t posted for a week, though I have material ready. I’ve started several pieces, but this is the first one I’ve completed in that same length of time. I’ve been troubled by a reply I believe was intended for me, in response to a satiric poem I wrote about Donald Trump. (I’ve included it […]
Sad to Report
Like the narcissistic needs of a reborn Christian’s god Donald Trump requires constant praise and adoration It doesn’t even matter if he earns the presidential nod He’ll say, do and promise anything for your adulation It seems there is nothing too incendiary or outrageous My friend says it is simply in the cause of politainment […]
Small and Petty
Find, for me, a small and petty god One grown right from my local sod Who, as me, thinks, acts and looks Who can be branded by the books A proper deity, for me, should sate The horded hunger I have for hate Teach spare the rod, spoil the child Make my wife abide meek […]
No Guarantee
For my friend, Chris. He’ll know why. Blow it up or blow it down No point us hanging around We start again as a beginner If we lived as saint or sinner Still and all, it’s been before Not by us, so now our chore Some craven but some brave Dumb, brazen sum’s a grave […]
The Road Returns
Follow now, with me, the unfolding Macadam Through these dimmed, fly-specked windows Speeding from life, as if anyone gives a damn Keep our heads down no matter where it goes On this concrete ribbon vanishing into distance We hasten through the night, scant illumination Unlike water, we follow path of most resistance As we put […]
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