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Dec 2016 Veronica

Alan McClure

There is always someone
to say, "Ah, but..."
when we weep
at little tragedies.
Striding gurus
whose far-reaching sight
passes over little corpses
to seek out the Big Picture.
And you dry your eyes
and you feel foolish
for thinking little ones matter.

Big names are tossed around.
Patterns passing back
through blackened ages
History degrees
dusted off,
chins stroked,
lofty knowledge
powerfully deployed

Churchill manifests
all black and white and grim.
Roosevelt and Stalin,
and this is why,
and that is why,
and further back
to Empire and beyond.

Until it all makes sense.
It's good versus evil
eternal, universal
and nothing to be troubled by.

But still
the little corpses
in your path.

Dec 2016 Veronica

Standing Rock

Dec 2016 Veronica

Aaron LaLux

Standing Rock

Standing Rock

The pipeline is the bloodline,
of an Empirical Two Headed Dragon,
The Divided States of America used to be united,
can someone please tell me what the heck happened,

Standing Rock just might be the last stand for anyone that’s still standin’,

Standing Rock,
is not a photo op,
it’s not a festival,
it’s Indians and Cops,

more correctly,
it’s Native Americans and Corporate Hitmen,
it’s the crossroads,
where environmental defense intersects with big business interests,

it’s getting intense,

water cannons and flash grenades,
mock democracy and a Trump presidency,
military disguised as cops,
and cops disguised as military,

as the original defenders of this land,
continue to make a stand,
at Standing Rock this is not a photo op,
this is indirect imperial tactics meets Direct Action,

highly ironic,
that I write this on Thanksgiving,
the day before Black Friday,
tell me what you do that’s worth livin’,

Quite fitting,
that I’m writing this on Thanksgiving,
a “holiday” in a way,
but really just a heist by villains disguised as pilgrims,

well then,
where does that leave us now,
several hundred years later,
at Standing Rock having a powwow,

how,
have we gotten here,
and how,
as so little changed we’re,

still in this sticky situation,
battling hearts that are as black as oil,
still ******* the blood out of Mother Earth,
still battling Two Headed Serpent Dragon as it coils,

the pipeline is the bloodline,
of an Empirical Two Headed Dragon,
The Divided States of America used to be united,
can someone please tell me what the heck happened,

Standing Rock just might be the last stand for anyone that’s still standin’.

Defendin’,
the Sacred,
with Love,
over Hatred.

Water Is Life.

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

www.amazon.com/Aaron-La-Lux/e/B00ODPJAOK

In Solidarity

#society #news #solidarity #nodapl #standingrock

Dec 2016 Veronica

The Empty Bed

Dec 2016 Veronica

Kurt Philip Behm

The Empty Bed

A father teaches a son
  everything he knows . . .

Sometimes, it
  isn’t enough

Furrows plowing, seedlings
  dying, a daughter screams,

As young Johnny goes off
  to the city

A step-child of his
own desire

Wandering the avenues
  and alleyways

Searching high in the lights
  for his name

But only a shadow
comes down from the neon

Dark and invisible
   as he walks

A soul without
  acceptance

A new emptiness fills
  the hardened cracks,
  —and hallowing cement void

Where the stench of severed roots
and singed beginnings,
  —meet and die

And from 1000 miles
   a father walks in the darkness,
  —ancient and alone

Passing an empty bed
  in a dimly lit country hallway,
  —asking why

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

Dec 2016 Veronica

Last Orphan Of The Truth

Dec 2016 Veronica

Kurt Philip Behm

Last Orphan Of The Truth

In the middle—the center,
  a bullseye did hide

Its heart bleeding red,
  to target the lies

It cried out for justice,
  it cried out in pain

Until an arrow struck deeply,
  truth firmly ingrained

Its point forced its power,
its shaft driving home

A message of hope,
into falsehood atoned

And deep in your memory,
  a last orphan screams

Renamed in the vengeance,
—rebirthed in this dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Dec 2016 Veronica

By Morning You Were Gone

Dec 2016 Veronica

Kurt Philip Behm

By Morning You Were Gone

On summer days, we played in fields,
and hid from him in the cover of big trees

In winter, distance forced him into
silence

Spring brought us the promise of fresh captivity,
and the protection of a wish

But in the fall, when our sheets could feel the mocking of
his laughter

We listened, to something only you could
hear

You smiled at me, as I tried to guard the bed against
my fear and hold you tightly against my chest

—but by morning you were gone

And as I lay beside your still and quiet body, feeling the coldness
of your disappearing shadow

I thank the trees, the distance, and the spring’s promise,
—for once loving you and I

(West Philadelphia: November, 1972)

Dec 2016 Veronica

The Circle Is Closed

Dec 2016 Veronica

Kurt Philip Behm

The Circle Is Closed

As in all beginnings
  no matter how small,
  —lies implicit the end

As night to follow, days
   promise is kept,
   —and the circle is closed

(Annapolis Maryland: February, 2003)

Dec 2016 Veronica

A Headstone Forever Blank

Dec 2016 Veronica

Kurt Philip Behm

A Headstone Forever Blank

He died that night
In a cheap motel
In Maryville Tennessee
$35.00 Karma mixed with
The smell of curry
Coming from the front office
No one would ever understand
Why he chose to die here
Especially those few
Who claimed to know him well
The gravel parking lot
The towels
You could see through
And the lawn chairs inside
For furniture
Made the connection, and the
Endless search
Real
In a way it hadn’t been before
As he sat outside his room
Thinking about the end
The local construction workers
Remembered his name
As they called out to him
At the end of their day
Marking their time
By a weekly rate
In their rooms down the hall
They remembered the little things
His own family
Had forgotten
Or not so little

AND THEN HE DIED

In his $35.00 motel room
His fortune just buried memory
With its headstone forever blank

(Newport Tennessee: April, 2013)

Dec 2016 Veronica

pathfinder

Dec 2016 Veronica

GaryFairy

pathfinder

feeling the heat, i'm hiding from desire
i've spent many nights by that fire
i feel alive by the light of my pathfinder
all of the other fights are minor

i set the sights on a climb ever higher
it becomes my mind's flight decider
widening my heights by trying to be wiser
hoping for my eyes to open wider

#god #soul #universe #flying