Yet not forgotten

Stained glass-prismed light framed her angelic splendor,

her hauntingly enchanting eyes gazed unfazed into the distance,

never for a moment even an acknowledgement of my existence,

yet to the briefest touch of her ivory skin, my soul I’d gladly surrender.

A million heartbeats ago we two first found each other,

we created our own universe bursting with unspeakable joy,

it lasted but for a single breath, my dream ended as she strode away,

now, in frozen silence, I hold my peace, as my beloved weds another…

Do words matter?

“Big business is doing fine in many places – they get the loans they need, they can deal with all the regulation. They know how to find ways to get through the tax code, save money by putting various things in the places where there are low tax havens around the world for their businesses.” – Mitt Romney.

“No one’s ever asked to see my birth certificate. They know that this is the place that we were born and raised.” – Mitt Romney

” I’m not familiar precisely with exactly what I said, but I stand by what I said, whatever it was.” – Mitt Romney

Mitt Romney has a plan to turn the economy around. Except for a few vague threats like more tax breaks for millionaires, fewer too big to fail business regulations, and drill, baby drill, not many details. He has a plan to fix the immigration problem. Except he’s given no details at all. He has a plan to fix our foreign relations problems as well. Since the Iraq war is over and we’re finally starting to leave Afghanistan, bin Laden, and Qadhafi are gone, and the Arab Spring is in full-bloom, Romney’s plan is to stand by Israel. And of course, no other details.

In fact, the biggest, strongest, loudest message so far has been, “We DID build that!” Which, unfortunately, proves Obama’s point, that no one single individual can succeed in a vacuüm. Great individual success goes hand-in-hand with great national success. It’s “we”, not “I”.

“Trust me.” Is Romney’s response to everything from his income taxes, to just about every aspect of how he would govern this great land. But why should we?

Luke 3:9

Electric explosion.

Fantastic rainbows raining down from on high.

Like a beggar stealing an apple pie from a window sill,

still shrilly shreiking,

scheming, screaming,

no, speaking softly;

a paranoid shoulder-peek from lofty

unloving pupils creak

as bloodshot eyes lurch,

searching for escape when none exists…

Downstairs

Downstairs death stares

electrodes fry her temples

Dr. Freeman taps the ice pick.

Lightning strikes temples of gods long dead

cottontail rabbit diligently digging his hole.

Downstairs death stares

like lilies of the field

scorched by the late summer sun

the Son commends His spirit

neath the cheering of the bloodthirsty throng.

Downstairs death stares

waves of horsemen and archers under one flag exact revenge on waves of horsemen and archers under another

all ignoring the nagging truth:

If compassion be honest, no sin remains.

Downstairs death stares

but what about up above?

With a vacant stare He looks down there

like a puzzled mechanic under a hood

and God saw that it was good…