It's time to contemplate
the twilight of post-modern idols
- An Ideal
can we live for one?

We lay out what we stand for
in simple platitudes
then spend all our time
defining what we're not
despite all the death done
in its name
Protecting Freedom's
just an umbrella
replace "carpet bomb families"
with "neutralize enemies"
- who threatened our Liberty

but that means
sway elections away from those
that reject economic puppetry
Cut the cord
if you want us to buy Contras
Reaganomics define
Drug War: Sold crack,  
bought guns from Iran,
fund death squads
in Nicarag-Hooah!

Freedom's lambs
they had to die
They tried to reach out
against exploited workers
so even Catholic priests
got murked
Yes, murdered
but also muddied
in the waters of
historiography's story
As in, no one studies history

Today's armchair historians
they just find bargains
and hero worship
while they channel surf
Pulled by yachts
they don't make waves
Oceans abound but
most just coast
in creeks and canals
No Wake Zones
Think you're woke, bro?
You just came up
with a narrow strait thought
that was simply dismissed
by Heraclitus of Ephesus
nearly three millennia ago
Your certainty of knowing
brings danger of you drowning
Cause "Ever-newer waters flow
on those who step into the same rivers."

All I know is fire
so burn a hen for Prometheus
and we'll topple poser's podiums
then yoga flame them back to oneness

Cause after horrific mediation
and barring off public relations
You'll catch me drunk playing video games
with butchers and their daughters

I have to sit quiet,

Wait for the wind

To blow away my tears before they fall.

I have to keep watch

On what I say, what I think.

Even in my sleep, I can’t betray myself.

Gulp each cry, each word I speak,

To be dropped off on a paper no one reads.

Everyone wants a rock to hold onto.

A quick mire, no one needs.

For what do I owe

This heartbreaking happiness?

This eternal river of tears?

For my love, my ego and my fears.

Who can I turn to?

Who can I blame?

For these sad affairs and my sorry state.

My story is better unwritten.

My sorrows untold.

People are fed up of giving sympathies after all.

Bound by the choices, by free will, I made.

I do not have the liberty to complain.

How would I draw me?
In pencil on time stained paper?
On the canvas of future so dreamy?
Or on a mirror with brushstrokes much braver?
Certainly not in cyberspace even thinner
Where there's everything but real stars that glimmer
Cause to me, you see, fellow maverick,
All that is pure we can't draw and wear like a fabric
It's lived breathed and loved
It's etched into your senses and leaves you for dead
For you to rise again like the morning sun
With a painting to show to your darling young ones,
Without form, style and genre,
So take the water and gulp then go sculpt nothing
And leave to go discover in the romance of mystery.

I built walls around
my heart
made of cement and steel.
You brought the hammer and chisel and the saw.
You freed me from the prison
I built so long ago.

Yes I will journey quite some
very long tortuous distance
just to be positively right there

Later in time I'm sure
I will travel many long
treacherous miles
to then most definently
be somewhere

Possibly shortly thereafter
I will most probably then
leave and you most certainly
will not know or
even really care

Maybe I will go
to a distant place
very afar so that
it is then surely
without doubt
absolutely elsewhere

Why when and where the Spirit
a warm pure breeze always
and once more again
and many times over before
me will beckon and then
me should send?

Truly I am most surely
not possible even
slightly ever aware

Am I sure I will know
when I in time
arrive that place
eventually...
once more again

That place the
promise of liberty
will find home
there to flourish
prosper and grow
quiet but strong
in a brisk but gentle    
prevailing wind

That place where
I finally am able to live
and breathe in peace
If I perhaps
be possibly capable
and might still can

A place that will
allow me simply
and only most hopefully
then maybe perchance
to freely stand
a Man.

-R.

(06)
-TX

Pushed the freedom through me
Depressed, confused smoke puffs
Animals strolling in the streets
It's different now, motivations
Hallucinations, weird imaginations
Like fantasies in movies, flying
These capes can't save the moment
Thanks to the artists lending hands
Straight to the point, stranded
Honestly, felt like liberty jumped me
A million thoughts, dreams
Let the world decide my fate
Today, I write to inspire, while lost
The game changer, some day
The hesitation to stop this journey
And the spark spread the heat

29 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Get me a bottle of ***** and a glass of Hennessy.
Give me love and I will provide unforgettable memories.
I wouldn’t readily admit this, but you’re my love and you’re my light.
God always hears our prayers so I know that we are going to be alright.
You will never lose me to the wind no matter how hard it decides to blow.
I had given up on love and happiness before you walked into my lonely life.
From a distant stranger to an unforgettable muse all the way through to sharing several glasses of wine with you.
I’m banking on you to not withdraw from the love we have both invested in.
When people ask, let them know you found love in the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms.
I want to dive into the ocean of your love until I’m soaking wet with happiness.
Until I am drowning in the depths of your love with no need of being rescued.
Love and liberty is all I need from you until our grey skies go back to being blue.
But I could never spend the rest of my life without someone as amazing as you.