When bombs fly
from the wrong sky
We wonder
what happened
To being an agent of peace and democracy
When we must run
From the oppression of our time
It's time to remember
That oppression
Hasn't been defeated
In times gone by -
It was merely pushed back
Piled upon the plate
Of the younger generation
Your wars have never ended...
they simply held their cease fire
Longer than most.
For it's old wounds that fester
And old ways
That refuse to die
But
The next regime
Is no guarantee
Of peace in our time.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
If I protested the characterization
of a practicing politician,
Began yelling protests,
Might it be enough
to act as an obstructionist manner?
Tried to reassure myself
That
To
Be
Killed
Was
Not important
The same time,
Save the victims of a
Monstrous Ambassador.
"Damned if you do
And
****** if you don't."
... I'd forgotten that.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
I steered
the conversation
I will probably never experience
Obviously terrified
I paused
swallowed hard,
Understood emotions
Don't get to know how
It's rough,
know now,
that's how it is.
In this room
Forever?
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
Blistering, boiling, blazing anxiety
Utterly paralyzed
Run out of steam
Nothing helps
Ominous thoughts
Useless struggles
Tired.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC
Wind blows
a leaf falls
Lazily down
down
and
down
Autumn's cold
is here
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 8:44 AM UTC
Like Alice down the rabbit hole.
There comes a time when it has to stop. Just. Stop. But that time is a long way off I fear. It’s further and farther yet to fall. This never-ending tunnel of life, of things grabbing you in the dark, secrets spilled and truths taking hold. Like a sesame seed trying to sprout in mud. It’s bigger than a mustard seed, but it isn’t moving a mountain anytime soon.
Have I lost faith? Is that what this sickness is? Just a complete lack of faith, of understanding, or will? The willingness to go on dragging one foot in front of the other is there, but barely. Steps range from shambling stumbles to jarring, ragged limps. But still it’s pulling along. One foot ****** from too deep mud, placed with a squelching sound ahead again, as the hungry earth tries so hard to drag you down; to keep you here, entombed and sinking. Until the bog takes over and the air can no longer hear your screams.
This is life.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
I always wanted to be a dancer,
but life had other plans.
Dancing still brings me joy,
still thrills me to watch
The cut of a dancer's line,
the intention in their sole --
Moving
with such joy,
such sadness.
Conveying every emotion
known to man
with the point of a toe
and the sweep of an arm.
The freedom of movement
Strength
Grace
Precision
I still wish I'd been a dancer
...
It's never too late to start.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
life flows like a river
But eventually,
we all come to a waterfall
And when the bottom drops out
we come crashing down below,
sure we're crushed by the weight
of the Waters,
of Life
Surfacing into the chaos,
into the calm,
always surprised
and gasping our first breath
as if we're back from the dead
-- but we're not
We float, full on the idea
that death did not take us
life's grasp not relinquished
Do we rejoice; cry?
frustration and joy mingle --
we float on,
drag ourselves to shore
Knowing full well
we'll have to cross that river again.
Breathe.
Eyes closed; In, out, in
Sigh a heady breath --
And begin again.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Bleed me 'til I cry
Bleed until my emotions dry
Just a cut
Surface, skin
It's how I feel
Without/ within
Just a split
Let them out
These things that crawl
Beneath my flesh
My soul, like tar
Buried deep
Trapped upon their tiny feet
Six by six
Six
Again
Each emotion
Grown legs and given rise
Slipping from my fingered grasp
Crawling, creeping
Across my thighs
High,
And high,
And high
Until this skin
This split, divide
Recedes with time
Feelings ride back,
And back,
And down
As one-by-one
My cells are knit
And once again
It's time
To bleed
To bleed
To bleed me dry.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
A movie,
Written haltingly,
Is shown
In flashes
Of light upon the dark.
Snippets of images
That
Draw up no remark.
With haunting clarity
Read,
Find the beauty --
Between
The Truth
And the lie.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC