Even with
honest intent
any system
meant
to govern
men
can easily
go awry.

People
build up
big bubbles of
like minds.

Bobbling heads
bobble yes,
seldomly
questioning
the odds
of success
because
each individual
possesses
strange pieces
the point them
in the same
direction.

They build a shield
to protect
their power,
build a wall
to prevent
the incursion
of new ideas.

But any man-made system
that is not open
to innovation
will face disintegration.

She said she had her "Free papers"

Green cards
Walls
Chains

Let me ask you,
But this one question,
or perhaps a few
When you walk the fields
see the flowers,
Do you say, cut down the yellow ones
save the pink ones?
Pick the purple pansies,
lay waste to the red ones?
When you plant flowers,
Do you say
One is less than the other,
because of differing beauty?
Do you like the rainbow,
given all it's colours?
Are all those colours,
not what makes it so beautiful?

Two hundred years ago,
We called them "Free Papers"
Today,
We call it a green card

Flesh and Flesh
Is what we are.

They split
the splendor,
hurt mother nature,
grabbed and slaughtered
her bright red, and green
bedded daughter.

They cut down
the tall brown,
broke with burning blasts
the bulging bottom
of the beige mountains
that were snowcapped.

They painted in plain mortality,
stained that verdant quality
of waving grasslands
that expands
before the curious swarm
of a young humanity.

They cracked the crust
beneath us
causing the gas
to come rushing up
and poison us.

So, now we weep
salty sea tears
tainted by oil spills
and dead otter bodies.

Till, at last
when all those
tragedies have passed
when stillness reigns
in our place
we are disgraced
and displaced
by our self-inflicted
genocide.

They blasted us,
made more landfills from
the dust that was once
our skin,
toasted a succession
of successful thefts
as they took
what was left
of our hope
and innocence.

I come to my perspective
from a position
of privilege
with more power to express
points of view
that are oppressed
or ignored.

We live in
the evening
observing
other beings,

reading
new and old stories
following
the yellow brick road
even though
its full of dust motes
and black mold.

Trying to be strong
but we are depressed
and compressed
into
something new;

Unable to walk to you
or through the crack
in the soon to be
shattered glass
perspective,

you expect us
to conform to
your pews,
bending in devotion
in your church,

but we worship
in other ways
chase better days

When the fog of pain abates,
when you ask us why,
we do not know for sure,
perhaps we never will.

They come in
shifting tides
of low to high
and back again.

Wavering
wavelengths
of unpredictable
measures,
the ultimate
uncertainty
principal.

Like sound
which
moves from
one pitch
to the next
it is so complex.

Like Schrodinger’s cat
there one day
and the next
all that is left
is ****
and a dead feline.

In time
you may realize
these chemical lies,
though sweet
cannot compete
with your biology,

But mostly
you will devour me
and spit me out
savagely,
calling me
the messenger
of things
you do not want to hear
as you bury me
in heartbreaking isolation
and obscurity.

What a shame
that full of ****
misogynist
moves with
deliberate
dickishness
looking for a
a sacrificial
lamb
to feed
his drunken
hunger,

that slick
slinking
trickster
who confuses
the masses
and misuses
the women
who view him
as an authority figure.

I would
burn this *******
well,
metaphorically,
give him
a sea of grief,
but it seems
people put him up
as a visionary,
which is scary
cause what I see
is a vile violator
of humanity.