Dear daughters of Eve,
sweet children who bleed
because god perceived
that he was betrayed
when your sire ate
the fruit we believe seeded
the knowledge that we needed,

and the punishment given
was the ability to conceive
in a woman’s womb,
the greatest boon
from said fertility,

oddly,
something
that a man can
never achieve
despite his raw virility.

So, the punishment
for gaining knowledge
is really a gift on both ends,
cause the fruit of your bodies
is where each successive
generation begins.

Imagine
a world of compassion,
led by the well fed
not those with a passion
for keeping up with the
current Kardashian fashions.

Imagine,
a society
driven by empathy,
that would not stand by
while observing
certain tragedies,
would not let
curable maladies
fester for the
faintest profit.

Imagine
a reality
were science
and artistry
work with a
symbiotic
chemistry,
where
instead of
reality tv
presidencies
we have
well-informed
people who lead.

Imagine,
a place
where the human race
is not driven by greed,
but has all that it needs,
like more modern-day Medici’s
who support
the values we need to be
a better batch of humanity

I have no use
For the military Boys
Prancing around
With their nuclear toys.

I have no use
For the heads of state
Ignoring the climate
‘Til it’s too late.

I have no use
For Supreme Court Judges
Bending the law
To their personal grudges.

I have no use
For the lovers of Trump
I have a nice lake
Into which they can jump.

I have no use
For the trolls I attract
Attack all you want
I’ve never yet cracked.
             ljm

You don't wear black face.
You'd never do such.
You don't wear white face;
Do you Kabuki?
Mime, non? Mime, oui?
But every March,
Millions of others,
Attired in green,
Some painted like Celtic warriors,
Affect terrible brogues,
And get sotted, some must disgracefully.
That's what the Irish do, think they?
I won't wear a yarmulke on Yom Kippur,
Not a burka on Eid al-Adha,
Or lead the parade
Up Fifth Avenue.
Slainte

It is a transaction
of passion
into kindness
an action
to define us
as the better parts
of a collective heart
made to start
pumping out
gallons of empathy.

If you can see
and share my
humanity
with humility
the possibility
of a better society
becomes the drum
beating thum, da thum,
da thum, I love
everyone.

I’ve got a bad case
of the human race,
rusted metal morons
rummaging on my
spinning grace.

This is my place
and I share it with
a lot of other animals
who are not equipped
to ravage or destroy it.

So, this pox of polluters
natural resource abusers
and horrible drug users
needs to be reined in.

Though, I tried to maintain
adequate equilibrium,
yes, I tried to sustain
all the creature living in
my local ecosystems,

mankind really did
a number on my ****,
****** up my climate
and the tools I used
to balance out the abuse,
like resource scarcity;

Well, humanity has
outpaced my ability
to hold them back
by creating
mass producing
assembly line
technologies,
and unhealthily
enhanced agriculture.

So, it is highly likely
all the other species
and human beings
will be exiting the scene
much earlier
then I previously
projected

I do not trust
our government
because of the
lobbyist’s
control of them,
how they buy
our politicians,
democrats
and republicans
to support
corporations
that do not serve
the interest
of our nation,
but instead
seek profit.

I do not trust the doctors
cause they got caught
prescribing drugs
that cost a lot
and cause
more harm
than helping,
because they have
diagnosed
healthy folks
with cancer
resigning them
to a life of suffering
and financial
devastation.
I do not trust
the pharmaceutical
companies
for similar reasons.

I do not trust
the news media
and the justices system
because they serve
the interest
of businessmen
and politicians.

I do not trust
the regular folks
cause they let themselves
get yoked
and choked
by the oppression
I have been telling them
all about.

But worst of all
I do not trust
myself
because I have been wrong
and I am certain
that I will be
wrong again.

My body is a warzone
flesh falling off the bone,
as I rot and wander alone.

Shedding my sick slick skin,
as death reveals all that I feel
within this decaying prison.

At first, I resisted the leprosy
as bit by gory bit was taken from me
by my twisted media obsessed society.

They stole my sole identity
and turned me into a zombie,
this horror show commodity
that people love to cringe at.

They made and gave me the black hat
set me up to behave like that
shambling corpse figure
as my body continued to wither.

Now, as the world leaves me
I see every inch of my inner being
slowly receding into the frenzy
of needing to feed on the humanity
I am now lacking.

Is there life out there
in the city where
ambition and despair
reign supreme,

where people keep
sacrificing
their time and body
on the altar of
success
not love?

Still, we spend ourselves
like coins in a fountain
wishing that we could
climb the molehill mountains
we made from preordained
plain daydreams
that are played out
on our electronic screens.

Such an exhausted existence
of dogged perseverance
pursuing our own undoing
whilst trying to prove
that we are good enough
to be viewed,

but we are just being used.
Till, we find our final fate
in a hole, held up in an urn,
or just dropped off
where we were lost.

The day fades
into night
where lights
burn bright
but like them
all the men
and women
will eventually
flicker out
in death
or in doubt.

Jesus is
a tool of the system,
a pathetic work
of plagiarized fiction
with a ****** birth
and resurrection.

He is a perpetuator,
part player
in a trinity
that serves
the patriarchy
you claim to despise.

You say that
you are woke
to the lies
and oppression
but your obsession
with this
religious opioid addiction
leaves you open
to all kinds of
manipulation.

This Jesus justification
has got to stop,
take those bible glasses off
and see the truth
don’t be a recruit
and brainwash our youth
to serve the state
that exploits you
by claiming they serve
god’s point of view.

Join me
and be free
to see
the world differently.
Share your perceptions
freely
so, we can grow steadily
not seeking solace
in the stultifying scriptures
but painting our own pictures
that point us all
to better possibilities.

She sways
uncertain,
heavy with
that horror
that will
not fit
in her skin.

She grieves
with oceans
that dwell within,
a salt-water geyser
spewing lava fire
that reddens her eyes
and face
while she
is slowly stumbling
through her place,
hoping that
this is just
some nightmare
or mistake.

She shakes
like an
earthquake,
ten hours
too late
and she can
still feel
the after shocks
of what was lost.

She shudders
trying to catch
a breath that breaks
faster than lightning,
air that will not stay
where it is needed
ca, cau, cause…
cause, her little boy
just got shot
by some
off duty cop.

Not totally unexpected
after a lifetime
of being disrespected
and disregarded
by society,
by a culture
that devalues
her son’s humanity
because of
the tint of his skin
and where he
was currently living;

But this is a pain
that keeps on giving
more sorrow,
and then on
the day after
the day after
tomorrow,

she sees
this social disease
on her tv
where talking bobble heads
deny the cop’s complicity,
rewrite reality
whilst ignoring history,
and turn her young son
into a big bad ****.

The rest of the world is totally shocked:
There is no refuting
That we have a serious problem here
With shooting after shooting.

Other countries attack the problem
By swiftly taking action.
Currently, Americans don't
Have that satisfaction.

Legislators beholden to
The gun lobby feel
That if they pass commonsense laws,
They won't have a deal.

A deal? What? Money? Donors?
The fear that they'll lose votes?
Look at all the deaths that their
Failure to act promotes!

Red flag laws? That's a start.
Background checks? A must.
Efforts to stop the violence
Must be more robust!

Assault weapons? They must go.
Instead of getting a boost,
High capacity magazines
Have to be reduced.

Strip the NRA of its power
And weaken its stranglehold
On politicians everywhere.
Weapons must be controlled.

Now THAT is what I call a start--
A commonsense response
To dealing with a deadly threat
And dangerous nonchalance.

We must wonder how many more
Shootings will take place
Before America deals with
The problem face to face.

-by Bob B (9-3-19)

Welcome to America the great,
where justice does not sit sedate
as we line up to be wined and dined
by the fine orators, and Harvard debaters.

Welcome to the world were
our leaders actually care
about the general welfare
of this awesome collective.

As I expected
when inspected
there is no corruption
in public election
and moral conviction
is from legit observation
and summation
of our current situation.

Welcome to a place where
left is right,
day is night,
and the will to peace
requires a will to fight.
A place where all that I see
of a world that should be
is a bizzaro reflection
of our current reality.