Cadaverous crotchety gouged out eyes.
Scalped trite and malnourished minds.
Where am I? What has this land become?
My vessel is gutted galled and splayed out upon the enflamed remains of our democracy.
I try to embody the equanimity peaceful   qualities of the lulling Gandhi characters before me...
But ****, I am angry, jolted and saturated in shock in fear.
Being an advocate for the people so dismissively marginalized, is what brings substance to my life.
I look into the eyes of my mirthful clients and future students, my heart winces.
How did I allow this to happen to you?  
A man who so boastfully incinerates and debased the citizens of our land with his farcical vitriol, is no man at all but merely an unsightly shrew, cozily cosseted in his world of soot and pooh.
The bosky gorgeous land we inhabit sobs in noxious fright.
To be despoiled and berated as some "natural right" splintered and tainted to allow the green cash river flow into the dubious maw of the man with no dignity to show.
A man who preens such a degenerated mindset is only aptest to a society in shambles.
Our global haimish home yearns for the equilibrium from which it was born.
In such a seeded tumultuous time my heart is seeped in reverberating sorrow.
Let your love and purity coat your vessel, do not let this barbaric man permeate your soul.
Hold steadfast to the testament of our land
True revolution is budded from a web of genuine connection, not devise brandished weapons.
Don't shroud yourself in misery, break free and be prepared to encite love with your authenticity.

Dreams we've made, things we did to crack
the daily routine and melancholy, slowly fade away.
I believed that things would turn out differently but
all that remains are illusions...
My mind surrounded by iron bars slowly transforming into
a golden cage of a weird fantasy.
It feels safe but I sence the danger of living trapped.
Shadows and illusions whispering, consuming.
But if there is darkness there is light too.
I choose light.
We are the choices and the priorities we make
and character forms out of how we deal with tragedy.
Pick a side…

“Once upon a time”:…
     or so the stories go;
hell even the Raven’s Poe
used these words:
     “once upon a midnight dreary.”
But who is this
knocking at my door?
She was the
     once
in my life
and I welcomed her in
once upon a time.
~~~
Upon a time
     once
this time curved around her face
touching sweet dimples,
lips upon my finger tips
and felt time
fold in upon itself
     endlessly
          once.
~~~
Time
     Upon a once
raging fire
knocking at my door
promising more….
      Now
time upon a once
           nevermore.

Aztec Warrior/redzone  10.15.16