2.15.18

February 15, 2018

i cried so much yesterday
no more tears have i today
no more sadness, no more pain
numb to all my thoughts sustain

for a moment, drawing breath
contemplating life and death
everything, it all turned on
shots rang out, and all was gone

in this void, we’ll hold debate
face a fiend, his gun, his hate
find a cause, impose a cost
and say prayers for those we’ve lost

though it cannot right this wrong
let it help those hurt be strong
give us faith and peace of mind
as true justice be inclined

and when we recall those felled
take us to those thoughts first held
of what we ourselves would give
for this gift we have to live

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how i saved valentine’s day

February 12, 2018

and so here i was with the goddess of love
having been invited – no doubt by the devil
to debate the merits of this february holiday
which venus now considered an abomination

the problem is, she said, cupid drinks too much
and valentine, he just doesn’t care anymore
he thinks it’s funny, all these mismatches
what’s done on this day is an absolute disgrace

i had to disagree, having already bought flowers
i thought a card and candy was a very nice idea
you know, a way to tell someone they’re special
without saying too much, sort of ‘break the ice’

‘break the ice’? she sneered, what a pitiful term
do you want the girl? would you not profess it?
if you like someone, if you want something
speak to your desire with passionate words!

i had to explain such behavior was improper
women are not ‘girls’ or spoken to that way
and decency, and civility, were the new order
replacing the oft abusive conduct of the past

oh dear god, i didn’t say assault the girl…
i said speak to her…and with some intention!
are you saying no one does that anymore?
no wonder cupid is drinking so heavily today

candidly, i was inclined to agree with her
but her accusatory tone so provoked me
my mind raced to humanity’s first impulse
and a surprising defense of modern mores

in the midst of it all, i found myself moved
ably illustrating the potential power of words
of that unsolicited, unwanted message
on the life, spirit, and ambitions of another

venus stood intently silent as i outlined my case
upon my conclusion, she seemed near tears
which flowed freely – as she burst into laughter
so violently, she nearly choked trying to respond

enough, she finally said, you can keep your day
but let’s be clear – your clever ‘wording’ aside
this price you set, and pay, for words themselves
it suggests the gift of language is lost on you

it is not the words – it is their ideas that matter
you prize the symbols, but miss their meaning
if i insult you for who you are, what is that?
is it not an admission i fear you may be more?

yes, i will concede some ideas are dangerous
but the danger lies in the speaker’s small mind
and in the actions of the equally small-minded
love is not small, it is infinite, and it prevails

while her speech was truly mesmerizing
the point, of course, is that i saved the day
or maybe that my original opinion was correct
or whatever you say when bested by a goddess

and goddess she was – a stunning ageless beauty
which i tried to overlook, or avoid drooling over
but now, debate completed, i was falling apart
“so…well…i…i have these flowers for you…”

pc passions

January 18, 2018

my dearest earthly equivalent
forgive me my sin of observation
brief and measured to a proper aim
as regards your pleasantly pleasing form

in those intervals permitted by propriety
glancing, not gazing, upon your countenance
did i note the wisdom that makes beauty
of our generally shared humanity

what fair and meaningful thoughts now stir
as i, held captive by the depth of your being
contemplate that which expression warrants
in manners prescribed by our new social order

let not my notice or interest offend
for no desire dwells within their offer
beyond which acceptance might justify
through the practice of time and custom

i am no wanton fiend, no film producer
no lustful stare need i level to my cause
nor would mere eyes, or lips, or hips, or such
give reason to entreat you further

this said, let my wish be no more than yours
and our intercourse be as it delights you
till your whole be so moved in the union
it is forever softened to the ravages of life

season’s greetings

December 21, 2017

time and distance make me lonely
when together grown too long
make my heart and spirit wary
but i need to carry on

so i built a little shelter
put my thoughts of you away
never wishing to forget them
they’re held close each night i pray

and i wake with good intentions
but don’t write or make a call
life is busy and forgetful
it makes monsters of us all

what’s important gets confusing
when i’m rushing here and there
i can leave the misimpression
i’ve forgotten, i don’t care

then the season comes upon me
and what seemed to be too hard
is as simple as is sharing
my best wishes in a card

though the words that pass between us
are too fleeting and too few
every day of life’s been brighter
since the day that i met you

and i wish you season’s greetings
with the joy, and peace, and love
that your friendship has since blessed me
as if sent from up above

beyond the skies of bethlehem

December 7, 2017

from millions, to billions, to trillions of stars
the universe stretches across time and space
so vast its dimensions may never be known
beyond points imagined in one’s state of grace

infinity; frozen, and searing, and still
it holds but the tiniest thing of a dot
a marble so small, it’d be nothing at all
were it not, for some reason, life’s chosen spot

this fact of creation, aside from its cause
a wonder, divine in its essence alone
where blessings of thought, and spirit, and will
were granted to creatures of mere flesh and bone

however our number, whatever our gifts
there’s not one among us who’s less than a star
if we all were the same in every respect
we’d still be as rare, as unique as they are

but we’re not – we’re much more; diverse and distinct
in color, and culture, and wisdom, and skill
a fact much employed, if not fully enjoyed
for a purpose we’ve likely yet to fulfill

though we’ve managed to bond, to share, and to build
our civilization has not fully learned
freedom’s true spirit, its basis, respect
or when – if not how – it’s assumed or been earned

we’ve given it words, legislation, and praise
at times, far too little; at others, too much
resulting in passionate lectures and rants
or cautious correctness so thick it’s a crutch

perhaps we’d do better to first contemplate
the strange circumstances that led to our birth
and acknowledge some plan, whatever its source
unfolding to give us this home we call earth

whomever, whatever, saw fit this should be
concealed its best proof in its brilliant design
permitting, compelling we find our own path
to the cause, to the source, we each see divine

when we can acknowledge and honor this gift
with respect for this search to learn who we are
then freedom will follow and grow till it shines
as bright as has ever been seen in one star

i drink, therefore i am

November 22, 2017

(insight at 100 proof)

the more i drink
the more i think
the less i guess i know

as if my past
were scripted, cast
created like a show

my hopes, my dreams
just central themes
through which the actors grow

as roles dissolve
and plots evolve
while writers come and go

—–

yet i remain
my role maintained
atop the grand marquee

its best, its worst
what’s blessed, what’s cursed
displayed for all to see

which makes me drink
which makes me think
while much is meant to be

i must believe
what i achieve
is left, in part, to me

introspectus universum

November 16, 2017

nothing is true till everything is
so gravity’s glue’s is now failing
leaving us all to rant at the stars
as if they were gods unavailing

possessed of the fruit, we tear at its root
by picking the bones of our brothers
willingly blind to its intertwined vine
except where it’s wrapped around others

like pitiful fools, we consecrate rules
to portion infinity’s bounty
leveling fields where everyone’s yield
would otherwise suit them quite proudly

a misguided course away from the source
of all intention and wisdom
till equal for all means equally small
reducing us all to mere victims

dear colleague…

November 9, 2017

the fact that i can’t say it
makes it no less true
and hiding from reality
is sure not helping you

if i could just be honest
i’d set you straight right here
but i would rather keep my job
than state what’s crystal clear

clear about your conduct
clear about your dress
clear about your attitude
and why you’re such a mess

what’s really truly awful
is how you still complain
whenever you can think of ways
your lazy ass can gain

hostile work environment?
you haven’t seen that yet…
but if you don’t make changes
it’s no doubt what you’ll get

sadly, we can’t fix what’s wrong
these rules are such a shame
preventing us from pointing out
that you’re the one to blame

the cat in the hat takes a bat

September 29, 2017

i did not need your grief today
i do not need it any day
i wanted you to go away
and leave me here in peace

yet you remained, despite my plea
continuing to torture me
too ignorant or lost to see
my seething rage increase

you stupid, worthless, soulless thing
satan breeds less suffering
than your incessant yammering
still nothing made you cease

so this is what you made me do
it wasn’t what i wanted to
but warranted to silence you
as i advised police

vision

August 20, 2017

life is a question of vision
the answer is one of degree
some perceive twenty-twenty
is as clear as our sight can be
but eyes, they have limitations
from which the mind breaks free
so it’s less of what you look at
and more what you choose to see