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The soft earth yields, I watched from above
Little by little it opens, inviting
Rectangular spaces of mudded thoughts,
sifted by *****, piled of fear

Granite dominoes stand in lined support,
dates moistened by dew…counting
Carved in regrets once felt,
loves never shared

Voices from the trees cackle,
laughter it seems brings the sun
Good riddance on fawning meadows breathes
and the sky turns to red

Applause echoes valley’d intersections
where traffic lights sing as
cars stop for a quick breather, waiting on the green
and I see it all

Life goes on even if in minus,
faux tears fill tissues, a scented kind
all the while checking their watches
hoping for a quick release

Oak and imitation gold are lowered, polished indignity
Carnations are tossed, dying as they fly
No one remains…remains
except the quickly forgotten…

I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck
moving away from me
beyond anger or failure
your face in the evening schools of longing
through mornings of wish and ripen
we were always saying goodbye
in the blood in the bone over coffee
before dashing for elevators going
in opposite directions
without goodbyes.

Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof
as the maker of legends
nor as a trap
door to that world
where black and white clericals
hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators
twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh
and now
there is someone to speak for them
moving away from me into tomorrows
morning of wish and ripen
your goodbye is a promise of lightning
in the last angels hand
unwelcome and warning
the sands have run out against us
we were rewarded by journeys
into desire
into mornings alone
where excuse and endurance mingle
conceiving decision.
Do not remember me
as disaster
nor as the keeper of secrets
I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars
watching
you move slowly out of my bed
saying we cannot waste time
only ourselves.

To the insecure.
There's nothing impossible to over come.
News has  painted our society as bums, ****** and thugs.

To those recently fired.
Jobs exist-nothing is as bad as it seem.
No need to return to your former job for a killing spree.

To parents of the mental ill.
We're finding out too late that your child illness directed them to ****.
Most cases-it's the innocent within their mirror.

To the law enforcers within our community.
You're making enemies that you don't need.
Random investigation by Internal Affairs could **** out the problem officers.
The hothead ones carrying legal permission to wear a gun.

To the parents mistreating your child.
Well, you probably would mistreat Jesus.
Especially, if you don't know, who he was?

To the judges sentencing the innocent ones.
Accept mistakes happen when truth emerges.
It's the district attorneys tossing guilt at others but themselves.

Now to the thugs within our society.
Hurting the elderly, the women and the weak.
Only prove you never had a true dream to be.
That goes for the gangs too.

Representing nothing of importance.
Revenge is a deadly game when it returned upon you.
Then you're seeking logic and reasons to why it came back to you?

To the ladies that's struggling to survive.
Believe, where there's an opportunity?
Use whatever it takes to get ahead?
It might go against people's vision of opinions of things to do.
But , as always, we are not in your shoes.

To the bums that think they are better.
Funny, when trouble comes to them they twist stories to fit them.
Reflecting attention off of them.

I won't mention the politicians.
They barely deserve to be in office.
When mostly anything they have done is give you a light and sidewalks.
Then cut down the better fellow.

Message to the people.
America was built on integrity.
And the ability to survive during the toughest of times.
Great example would be the Great Depression.
People with less stood strong.

And here , we are doing wrong.

When we are
Bruised,
The colours
May fade
But inside we
Still bleed
For a moment, for a whole lifetime that comes to pass

Abandoned mind,
Reflection absent, ceasing,
Identity adrift.