The lonely night calls out
but none can hear her cries.
Try as she might, her doubts
turn all her truths to lies.
See beyond the purple cliffs,
we respond with fitful fits
flitting like bees to nest.
She belongs where she admits
she sang her song, and myth acquits,
committing peace to rest…
My grey eyes gaze at grey skies
I realize it was all lies.
No one’s wise when faced with truth,
omnipotence of youth
melts like an ice cream cone on a summer’s day
and all I can say is I’m sorry…
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…
Thin line of blood trickling down a skinned-knee
divining flood; brittle the crown begins thee.
Once one wonders when they then thunder three
like leavened heavenless breaths friends asunder flee.
Bitterest brine tickling throneless Guaranís
far before unforrested fetters finally fluttering free.
Marking as unremarkable as the fable once decreed:
Begone! Began her long-lost last soliloquy…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Perhaps I’m not as far away as they say
maybe there’s no “there” there, after all.
Something outside hides the way,
prevents me from hearing the call…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Hope is a baby crying for candy
while suckling on mother’s breast –
nothing more.
Fear and love war in my soul,
there is no victor,
but the battle takes a dreadful toll…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement
my perception is dim,
nothing more than a whim.
Faces pass in the crowd,
I smile, move on.
Onward, never resting, till journey’s end;
and friendless on that last day,
I die alone…
I remember going to a History class way, way back when I was in grade school. There was a story about something called the “Tea Party”, a political protest by the Sons of Liberty. They even had a rallying cry as they were dumping loads of tea into Boston Harbor: “NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!”
Well, we had a Revolutionary War and ultimately gained our independence. We celebrate that monumental day on the Fourth of July by watching fireworks to the tune of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. That’s all in the past.
Today’s ruling by Judge Robert Simpson to uphold the most stringent voter suppression law in the nation effectively takes away the Right to Vote for 750,000 Pennsylvanians. Period. You can hem-and-haw all you want, but 750,000 tax-paying Pennsylvanians who could legally vote before the Voter I.D. law passed no longer can. The most insidious aspect of this is that nearly all of those ex-citizens have no idea their Constitutional Rights have been stripped from them. They can’t fix a problem if they don’t know the problem exists.
There are tons more to be said about the end of democracy as we know it, but I’ll leave you with this: It’s all but certain Mitt Romney will be our next President. The question remains, at what cost?…
He lives.
Across the endless expanse of the cosmos,
beyond the boundaries of time and space.
Past the furthest star in the heavens,
within the smile of every child’s face.
He lives.
Before the first molecule was ever formed;
and rising in triumph on the Third Day.
Giving hope and love and life itself;
yet not one atom exists without His say.
He lives.
To glorify our loving Father
through everything we say and do.
And comfort rests in each man’s breast
knowing His sustaining word is just and fair and true.
He lives!
a little bit of everything else 