She is desire’s object
A smoking image
A slightly distorted being
That flitters on the edge of my consciousness

I exist
The rooms shifts
I am back in high school again and
I can jump hundreds of feet upwards
And electric wires are elastic bands
That bounce my flying form back to earth

I am lucid so I learn that
This is a dream

Next to me
She
Says she loves me

I hold her
I kiss her
I make a move to make love to her
But when my head is turn
She vanishes

No strength of will
Will return her to my dream
And as in waking hours
I am alone again
Crying

In the darkness
The quiet void
That we avoid

Because open conversations
Are sincere explorations
That bring light to the shadows
That empower
Those who once cowered
Bringing balance
To the broken scale
We called justice

If need be we can do this
Just for us
Because when this society bleeds
It seeds pain and destruction
Erodes the topsoil we sit on
Diminishes the strong
And even we sink in this hell
So we can help ourselves
By helping everyone

Or we can help everyone
Because they are one
Part of the whole
Covering the collective
Breathing in the same
Kind of air
Feeling the same skin
Because they are kin

Pick a reason any reason to begin
And be kind from there
On till your end

I am weak
as all men are,

but on my best days
I would not hesitate
to take your pain
as my own,
bare your wounds,
live in your cage,
so you could be free
to grow and be
better.

It would be
a worthy sacrifice;
You see
but that is just me
on my better days.

Do you know what you are to me
You are my family
Like a brother to me
Why can’t you stop and see
That what they want you to believe
It’s like a terminal disease

The orange flower blooms with pain
****** fire will destroy our youths and then
Were back at Vietnam
With crying parents holding
Their young and dying children

And if the veil of time is torn
If the loom that weaves fate is shorn
Cut clean to the core of my bone
Then I may not make it home

Cause the bombs that hit Nagasaki
The mushroom death at Hiroshima
Was just another destruction
Of the long separated but Japanese
Family to me

And when the natives cried for help
When we stretched our wretched ourselves
To cross the oceans and find a better home
Did we have to **** our native kin
When they could have been more than friends
We could have treated them like family

It’s the dark cycle that seems to follow
When we make ourselves hollow
With distinctions like race and creed
Make the media forget or deny our history
Then the bullets fire and the bombs drop
And all those hateful crimes never stop
Makes us monsters killing our foreign family

How much was enough
As her daily breaths
Were strains
Each movement
Cautiously taken
In order to avoid pain
With every day
Restricting more and more
Her body retreating
Shrinking into
A thin skin creature
Few ever knew
Spirit crumbling
In waiting
Leaving almost baldness
Goblinesque features
Till the end

I hear there is fear in your mind
The deep-seated preprogrammed kind
The kind that has soften slightly over time
From the cursing and calling negros mongrels
To the stereotypical fox news type portrayal
But it is a betrayal of our human nature
The denial of the better evolved brain
It is the maiming of our society
When we regress to the repressive ways
That we sought to overcome in our younger days
Some say things will never change
But the blood to brain-dead barrier can break
The rational can take hold with old and new love
With new scientific studies of all of us
We forgot that the legions are us
The whale beneath the boat
The behemoth that works and votes
The labor force that runs this country
The union of humans striving for a better world
That is us, in every tint, gender, ****** identity
Under each layer of skin there is a piece of me
And behind every strange shadow or reflection of myself
Is someone else different but in all the ways that matter
The same

The time is eleven oh eight
The clock counts
The end of shift
To tick tocking far away
Nervous tongue
That splits the tip
Restrained to the point of pain
Fear that some vain *******
Who feigns righteous outrage
Will take away
That which enslaves
With meager wages
And the fool
Will not have the tools
To maintain this vain
Footrace
Slipping off
That track that
He hates
But believes
Is the only real way
To exist

The sins of the father do not own the son.
It matters naught where we come from,
We can scramble out of the shadows of history
and become a better breed of humanity.
Just because it was and always should be
will not be a rallying cry for traditions.
We need not cow to superstitions
that diminish us,
because we have the potential to be
Brilliant.

Bellicose beer-belled bad-*****
Bawdily belting down brewskies
Usually, boozily, bruisily beating
On weaker, sleeker funseekers
In the bar where they are, far
From anything like maturity
Hip hip hooray for unhip USA.

Ballyhooing big screen viewing
Myopic eyes watch others exercise
Freedom-hating grouch on a couch
Itching, *******; psoriasis and sloth
Unread armchair Brother of the Cloth.
One of the minions of opinions,
Hardened against morality, reality.
Saying it every day: USA, USA, USA!

Hating, bating, aggravating, skating
Right past solutions, conclusions
Preferring propaganda, ***** Miranda,
Stop mollycoddling, bottling up anger
Christ in the manger should be law
But they guffaw at reading The Book;
They took their religion from TV.
Freedom for me, not thee, in my USA.

Got mine, ***** yours, rights immune;
That tune don’t play here. No queers
No browns, yellows, Hindus or Jews.
I’ve got news you can use, I abuse
And oppress guys in a dress, yes!
Even if he’s white, it still ain’t right.
The Constitution is old, it just teases.
Mine is Republican Jesus for the USA.

A pigeon for old time religion and God
Everyone else is odd. I saw the movie.
It was groovy and pretty. Went to the city
Saw it in Imax, no blacks in the theater
Thanks to The Creator that gave us all
The intelligence to call things right.
Hip hip hooray for being lily white.
Hip hip hooray for the KKK USA.