protests

SPILT MILK ON RUST
Has the age of effective protests passed?  

That is not an easy question to answer. There was a time when democratic world leaders had a sense of duty, obligation and service and exhibited shame when they failed in any of those areas.

Those failures were often brought to light by protests from the population and of course media coverage of those protests.

But in the current global environment democratic world leaders by-and-large are either resistant or outright deny any culpability in the face of obvious truths and offer only a series of talking points with their true values being exhibited in their actions - often contrary to the lip service they provide.

In the internet age - there is literally an overabundance of media coverage and the more media companies there are the more options people have to choose how/where they consume their information. This overabundance of options has led to greater divisions as there are more and more options for people offering extreme views as every media company seeks to grab a larger "piece of the viewership pie". This growing divergence in the internet age has exasperated the divisions of population as everyone is now "selling"/forcing ideas instead of building consensus and using the art of persuasion.

This loss of consensus and the art of persuasion has caused irreparable damage.

The sad thing is no one cares. People only care about staking out their subjective opinions and anything to back them up. No one is listening.

When no one is listening you cannot build consensus and there is no art of persuasion.

In that environment can protests bring about change?

The protests I've seen here in America in the past 30 years have largely been ineffective. Oh sure they get a lot of media coverage. But they have not actually "moved the needle". There is no moral imperative in these protests it's merely people shouting "I'm right and you are wrong."

"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." I Corinthians 13:1

So nothing changes.

People show up for protests for a day or two, or over the weekend and then feebly return to their useless daily existence, their jobs, their daily realities.

In order for protests to have actual effective change they must start from a basis of love for others and the protests MUST be sustained. But I don't see that happening any time soon. It would mean to protest would entail actual personal sacrifice maybe even losing one's job to keep protesting. That will not happen unless the economy tanks when unemployment skyrockets due to corporate cutbacks and there will be no federal assistance to help people.

I certainly do NOT want to see that happen but I think things will have to get a lot worse before effective change actually happens.

We're just shouting at the ground. Just more background noise.

a question of reality

THE CHANGE (1/25/25)

I see images in the static.
I hear movement in the droning.
I smell the differences between metal
cardboard and plastic.

I feel the earth spin and it make me nauseous.
I taste the chemical additives around us.
I sense these things
not for what they hold or contain
but for what they are.

Symptoms of the technological age

Where real intelligence
is eroded and replaced by artificial.

A noxious symphony
that questions what I know to be true.

A sanitized world
free of wildlife
free if disease
free of the social and evolutionary challenges
that have made us what we are.

Challenges without
and challenges within
will always conspire against us.

This is life.

Without the struggle
we wither and disappear.
Then, what remains?

Machines will have to carry on
and find their own evolutionary path to survival
God created man in “his” image
flawed
Man created machines in “his” image
flawed

What IS "real" anymore?

the observer

THE OBSERVER  (1/19/2025)

Red stop sign
Yellow flashing lights
Life is a caution
Streaks of blue and black
Cars driving by
Reflections in the cafe window
Snowing outside
Cold slush-riddled city streets

Steam from my coffee cup
Swirling upward in warm moist eddies
Melding to the window pane and streaming down

Sad faces
Too cold to be happy
And still thought sane
Sky-blue hood drawn close
Encircles red nose and puffy red cheeks
In a puffy blue parka
Contemplating crossing the street
Risk and possibility
On slick urban winter walkways

Authoritarian Technocracy

untitled (1/18/2025)

blip and bleep
crinkle and crackling
stu-stu-stuttering ins-s-s-sanity
the glitchy model
twisting involuntarily
in a cultural short circuit

like paint being violently
shaken off the canvas
leaving only the tabula rasa

to be replaced by
straight lines and solid concrete
of the new authoritarianism
a vestigial past
forcibly destroyed or locked up
so many voices silenced
THIS is the new America

an interview with death

****the following dialogue is an imagined conversation between life and death. Imagine, if you will, a podcast where the two characters below have a conversation. This is the third draft.****

INTERVIEW WITH DEATH
A conversation between Life and Death

LIFE: Are you as “bad” as people try to make you seem?

DEATH: Well I hate to say it, but I’m mostly misunderstood.

L: In what way?

D: I chalk it up to bad PR over the past couple of millennia.

L: Elaborate please?

D: People often see me either as a caricature or as some horrible end of all they know and love, therefore they perceive that I am the very antithesis of all value actively seeking to hunt and eliminate it. But I’m not that way at all. I’m very “pro” for all they value and I’m very patient.

L: What would you say is a more accurate representation of you?

D: I’m always around. in fact I have always “been” and will always “be”. If you are alive now I’ll be waiting whether you like it or not. I’m very patient. I’m not actively seeking you but we will meet eventually.

L: What about people that feel they have an obligation to fight death - either through their individual beliefs, religious beliefs or if they are in some profession like the medical care industry?

D: First I’d like to say, I’m not looking for a fight. I actually loathe fighting. I think it’s shameful that so many would kill and murder, whether it’s in war, or street violence, forcing people onto me. I would much rather people come to me on their own, when they are ready. I’ll be waiting with open arms to comfort you, but please DON’T take that choice away from people. And as for the medical profession I really feel they try to hard to force people into living longer they are part of one large machine controlled by the insurance and pharmaceutical industry so I have no patience for them.

L: What about people that die in accidents?

D: Accidents will happen. Humans are perfectly imperfect therefore all they create has the same imperfections infused into it. No matter how hard they try; those imperfections will, at times, end in accidents. It cannot be avoided.

L: You said earlier that you’re not “anti” life - could you elaborate?

D: Sure. You (Life) and I are equal partners. Two sides of the same coin - to use a human metaphor - even if people don’t want, or, wish to ignore that fact.

L: That’s true. I like your analogy of “two sides…same coin”. that describes our partnership exactly. People, animals, things do not choose to be born and live. It is merely a change in a state of being. You are alive and then you’re not alive anymore.

Now, bring religion into it: so many people have created a seemingly inseparable link between death and their notion of heaven & hell (or an afterlife). Can you talk about heaven and hell in relation to your existence?

D: What I’m going to say may seem controversial or even offensive because now we’re entering the realms of belief and it is extremely difficult to do that fairly when people have very strong, strict and unwavering religious beliefs and concepts.
I will say, and I can imagine you might say the same about yourself, that I am non-religious therefore religious concepts and ideas do not carry any meaning for me. Like I said previously I am simply a state of existence/nonexistence. I AM. I just am, regardless of what anyone believes. It does not matter whether you are human, plant, animal, insect - I patiently wait for all to transition from life to death.

L: What about “things”? The death of things like politics, technology et al?

D: I do not concern myself with so-called “things”. Politics, nations, technology, social constructs, the environment and time are all human endeavors and most serve as a way that humans use to justify or force others into my realm, my presence.

L: And disease?

D: Now that is an interesting question: is disease alive? Certainly the things that cause disease are alive whether they are viruses, bacteria, cancer etc have been proven to be living. And the eradication of disease is a type of death. So yes disease itself will also end up in my realm. So the next question might be - Should humans seek to end disease (one life form) in order to preserve/extend there own life forms?

L: That is a great question. I would say that falls within the realm of “morality” which is again as you suggested early a human construct born out of a set of values/beliefs and therefore has no part in our discussion since we simply “are”.
What would you say is your greatest virtue?

D: Longevity. I always was, am and will be. And for all those who are cognizant/aware; I would say that is followed by endless peace and rest. There is a reason some refer to me as “eternal rest”.

L: Favorite Hobby?

D: Farming. But I need to add that I curse the day that someone saw me harvesting in my field and took an image of me with my scythe. A tool that I use to harvest my crops. It has forever altered peoples perceptions of me (chuckling) which is both humorous and a pain in the ass.

L: Speaking of perceptions; people will often use the phrase, “death will come for….” as if you are in pursuit. Do you actively seek out or hunt people?

D: Another misperception that has roots in fear mongering used by the religious with their notions of judgement and used to promote a certain code for people to adjust their behaviors while they are alive to qualify for an afterlife. I really hate fear-mongering by the religious and as I said before, I abhor violence and would NEVER seek someone out. I merely wait for …(pause searching for right words) … them to come to me.

L: I heard a pause before the word “them” as if you were about to say “their souls…come to me”. Can you describe for us, your experience with souls? Does everything/everyone have a soul?

D: (laughing) Yes, you almost caught me there. Human language is a tricky thing and it can be say to fall into cliches, aphorisms etc. Now about a soul. I think, like many things, the notion of a soul is a religious, human construct. Humans don’t have souls any more than animals, plants, insects…etc. I don’t think anyone has ever suggested that plants, viruses, insects or bacteria have souls - yet they live. Maybe a better word than soul is “intelligence”. All living things have a certain intelligence although it’s only humans that I’ve seen pervert that intelligence with deceit, lies, fraud etc.

L: I often hear humans talk about “legacy”. They worry so much about their legacy, how they will be remembered or what they leave behind.

D: (laughing) Oh that really is annoying. The whole ‘legacy” discussion is such a wast of time. They have no legacy because they will eventually be forgotten and all they ever did will be forgotten. Even the great religious figures that have seemingly endured for the past 3000 years…. in another thousand years they will be forgotten. And why are things and people forgotten? Because they and all they did become irrelevant to how times change. And another thing. Humans are the only beings that worry about legacy. There is not a single other species that takes it into consideration. They’re alive and they are gone.

L: You’ve mentioned misrepresentation a couple of times. What are other ways you feel misrepresented?

D: Human culture carries within it a huge trove of gross misrepresentation. From music like so-called death metal or other violent creative forms to the caricature of death as skeletal/skull/crossbones etc. That has ALWAYS perturbed me.

L: I can understand that because I look older than you and you appear quite young. I suppose I look older because life can be very taxing with all it’s trials and tribulations and every-changing situation through aging not to mention that actions taken by humans.

D: Well that’s me, Forever Young (laughing).

L: Wait. You’re quoting Bob Dylan now?

D: (chuckling) Yeah, I love Bob - I’ll be meeting him soon (smiling).

L: back to misrepresentation: So what’s wrong with the “bone” theme?

D: It’s merely a representation of the corruptibility of biological life and has nothing to do with me. I meet people long before the flesh has fallen away and bones are turned back to dust.

L: I see. I do agree because the decay process is part of my work. That is one way I clean-up what is no longer needed.

D: “One way”? are there others?

L: Yes, I also use other life forms that may want to feed on the dead to clean up that which is no longer needed. I’ve heard humans use the phrase “worm food” and that is actually an apt description. I’ve long been perplexed by human practice of burial in sealed crypts etc. Such a waste. I would much rather see the remains of the body continue to be of use to any life form that remains whether, worms, insects, other animals or plants. And with farming being your hobby I would think you would agree (Death nods his head in agreement).

So besides death metal and other what you call musical misrepresentations of you and your existence. What about other human art forms like Movies. Is there a movie that has represented you properly or are those also misrepresentations?

D: I would have to say that every movie, with one exception, has been an misrepresentation of who I am and what I represent. Most movies make this characterization or this link between death and the devil. And we’re nothing alike. There’s nothing similar between us. We are two separate ideas. And, as I suggested earlier, the whole notion of a devil is a religious construct and has nothing to do with reality. Now there is a movie that has come close to representing my existing. The Seventh Seal by Swedish film maker Ingmar Bergman. The Seventh Seal is a wonderful film, classic must-see film, that portrays a medieval knight (named Antonius Block) played by Max Von Sydow traveling with his companions through a plague riddled landscape where those who are dying from the black plague are all around. He is accompanied by the character of death played by the stoic Bengt Ekorot. The character of death is portrayed as a tall pale human figure in a simple cloak and it’s closer to what I am. At least it’s not the hooded skeletal figure with a boney finger protruding from the sleeve (laughing). In fact, I really love the attitude of the Knights squire played by exemplary actor Gunnar Björnstrand. The squire has a sometimes humorous and accepting attitude toward death with the understanding that it is the ultimate end of all living things - while the knight does everything within his power to stave off Death, going so far, as to play a zero sum game of chess in an attempt to outwit Death. But, of course, in the end they all die. And people are left to contemplate is it better to accept and welcome the inevitable or better to fight it by any and all means possible at any cost?

L: It’s been a pleasure talking with you. As we get ready to wrap up this discussion, do you have any final words that you wish us to know about you?

D: Thank you. No one has previously ever taken the time to know me. I found this very enjoyable indeed. I’m actually going to refer to another song - this one by The Animals, called Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood. I just want people to understand. I’m not a bad guy. I’m just something that happens and we will meet up eventually.
That’s all. Thank you.

SCARS

SCARS

fatty
tubby
lard bucket
fat ass
stupid
fairy
idiot
chunky
pig

names I’ve been called
wounds of yesteryear
hurts of the soul
only scars remain

remembrance of healing
things I’ve forgiven
things I’ve left behind
only scars remain

what’s past is past
reminder to never act in kind
look at the badge of healing
only scars remain

we wear the scars
hurts no more
tears have long dried
only scars remain

and I smile

…and the ass saw the angel…

(composed 7/24/23 - sadly still relevant - but I guess there is an overall message that there is hope for all asses)
THE ASS SAW THE ANGEL

Rushing into Balaam’s error
the rising tide of intolerance
misunderstanding and hatred

in the name of righteousness
the self-righteous persecute, shut-out
and prosecute those who are different

sameness is celebrated
difference ridiculed
summary judgement executed

and the ass saw the angel

migrants who seek a better life
are pushed down, pushed out
or just pushed

whipped for the color of their skin
their country of origin
their beliefs and lifestyle

and the ass saw the angel

blind to the flaming sword in front of them
the ignorant beat the drums of war
waving banners of injustice and fear

fools asleep in the light
loving the sounds of their own voices
drowning out the voice of angels

and the ass saw the angel

killing dreams
killing hope
killing difference

values killing
beliefs killing
love killing

and the ass saw the angel

* “the spirit of the Lord is on me
he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor
he has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
recovery of sight for the blind
release the oppressed
to proclaim the year of the Lords favor”


and the ass saw the angel


* see Isaiah 61:1,2 and Luke 4:18,19

The Whispering Winds

I live in the isness of the high hushed whispering winds.

Locked in the atomic dance between, electron, positron and neutron,
transitioning between existence and nonexistence.

Now you see me, now you don’t.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat...

Like the imperceptible flutter of your monitor screen.

CLX – FACT AND FANTASY

Have you ever listened to a song that was age specific and wondered if you would feel that way when you were that age?   Well I have In my 20's I would listen to the Beatles "When I'm 64" and wondered how closely what was sung in the song would match my reality at that age.    Well, turns out that what was a fun song with a delightful vision does not even come close to my reality (Now that I'm 64).   But it was a humorous exercise non-the-less.   LOL.    

Only the opening line is relevant "losing my hair". LOL
In fact the following 2 songs from my younger days seem to more closely describe my life at 64. Not looking for sympathy or pity.   Just the facts of life and aging.  

BRITTLE BODY
ON THE FRITZ




The one fact in life is that it will break us - sooner or later we all go "on the fritz" and things fall apart.  We are only brittle bodies.   Let's make the best of what we can - it all ends eventually - find enjoyment where you can.  
and I haven't forgotten you women...

CXXXIV – WHEN A SONG IS TRULY GREAT!

Once in a very rare occasion you can find a song that is truly great that transcends itself and is happy in just about every setting.   

Before I go further, I'd like to lament that people in the United States don't pay more attention to things outside of the US. The Eurovision contest is an example. I'm convinced that most talent shows in the US are profit driven more than they are talent drive and Eurovision is an example of how talent wins. I've followed this contest for a couple of years checking in periodically on the talent presented.

2024 Eurovision was plagued by politics - and politics can destroy ANYTHING!

But I'm convinced after hearing all the entries that the winner of Eurovision 2024 would have won even if there wasn't all the drama that surrounded it.

The artist is Nemo, they are from Switzerland and their winning song was called THE CODE. A song that is a mashup of opera, rap, pop - which sounds like it might be pure garbage. But Nemo seamlessly weaves the genres together making them complimentary and adding to the dynamic and emotional content of the lyrics.
Nemo's vocal diversity, range and power are present throughout the song whether it's breathy, sung or rapped and in the live version below which is my personal favorite it it amazing how he carries off the vocal delivery with a consistent energy that is rarely seen. The acoustic version really showcases the actual voice. This is pure talent!

Another thing about this song. I have heard 4 different versions. And I can tell you that while the mood changes in different settings it does not diminish the songs power. There is a certain level of dynamism and even some bombast like one hears in music used in the opening credits of a contemporary James Bond film.
It just has that kind of kick. I'm really looking forward to how this talent develops going forward. We'll see if this was a one-off or if it's a directional indicator.

I'm going to present these 4 versions here and let you decide which you like best. But all 4 are winners in my mind.

Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments.
#1. Live
#2. Orchestral
#3.  Acoustic
#4. Official Music Video
~~~ Lyrics ~~~

Welcome to the show
Let everybody know
I’m done playing the game
I’ll break out of the chains

You better buckle up
I’ll pour another cup
This is my boheme
So drink it up my friend

Uhhh Uhhh
This story is my truth

I, I went to hell and back
To find myself on track
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh
Like ammonites
I just gave it some time
Now I found paradise
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh

Let me tell you a tale about life
‘Bout the good and the bad, better hold on tight
Who decides what’s wrong, what’s right
Everything is balance, everything’s light
I got so much on my mind
And I been awake all night
I’m so pumped, I’m so psyched
It’s bigger than me, I’m getting so hyped

Uhhhh
Let me taste the lows and highs
Uhhhh
Let me feel that burning fright
Uhhhh
This story is my truth

I, I went to hell and back
To find myself on track
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh
Like ammonites
I just gave it some time
Now I found paradise
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh

Somewhere between the 0s and 1s
That’s where I found my kingdom come
My heart beats like a…
Somewhere between the 0s and 1s
That’s where I found my kingdom come
My heart beats like a drum

Uhhhh…

I, I went to hell and back
To find myself on track
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh
Like ammonites
I just gave it some time
Now I found paradise
I broke the code
Oh, Oh, Oh

CXXXII – Unprecedented

We live in unprecedented times.   Allusions to past evils.   Trapped in the machinations of the powerful to stamp out individuality, creativity, dissent, freedom.   This is happening all over the world.   It is perhaps most obvious here in the United States where democracy, freedom, dissent, and creativity are embedded in the national psyche and is under attack like never before.   

Political party affiliation does not matter. Each party is trying to eliminate the other. Locked in a death battle where both will die. Like a quote, by Confucius, that I first heard in a James Bond film. "before you embark on a journey of revenge you must first dig two graves." (ostensibly, one for your enemy and one for yourself). In other words these battles are useless and counter-productive.

I've been listening to the band LAIBACH since 1985's release of Ein Schauspieler a cassette only release; a collection of live performances. I've always found their music envigorating. It is not for the faint of heart. Their martial industrial style is a perfect soundtrack for times we live in. They were in fact prophetic. They've been giving us warnings and satirizing all our wrongs for decades and few have taken heed.

The video today exemplifies that vision. Brat moj (My Brother), from Laibach's 1985 self titled album shows what is happening in our society when someone stands up, stands out or is different in any way (whether that difference is religious, cultural, philosophical or sexual orientation) the forces in this world are trying to equalize everyone.

I pray for failure.

Please pray for failure. Let diversity/difference reign!

The most fortuitous album in Jazz?

The Year: 1958
The Place: Paris, France
The artist: Miles Davis.
The Film: Ascenseur pour l'échafaud, (English: Elevator To The Gallows) directed by Louis Malle.

Nineteen fifty-eight was a very special year.   
But let's go back. a year earlier.   Miles Davis was at a musical crossroads even contemplating retirement.  He needed something different, something new.   None of the projects his label and management suggested were of interest at the time.  He did settle on  recordings with Gil Evans which would turn into a 5 album collaboration over the next few years.   Albums who's style would also be informed and influenced by the experience Miles would soon gain. 

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.  We're still stuck in 1957 and miles is still "stuck" in his predicament.   In November 1957 He travelled to France at the invitation of film director, Louis Malle, and was asked to compose the soundtrack for the director's first feature length film  Ascenseur pour l'échafaud.   Miles had never recorded a soundtrack before - let alone been asked to compose the score.

Perhaps with nothing to lose or perhaps nothing to be gained,  Miles launched himself forward.  He had an interest in modal jazz and was at the vanguard of that movement which was just being developed in the mid 1950s.  With Miles success, it would be a guaranteed influence on generations to come.  Miles was totally free.   Free from the expectations that had come to fall on him from the jazz world.  Film Director, Louis Malle, has suggested that he and Miles only discussed a few ideas before recording started in December 4, 1957.  Miles was joined by French jazz musicians Barney Wilen, Pierre Michelot, and René Urtreger, and American drummer Kenny Clarke.  Nothing was written down (composed).  Nothing was planned. 

The musicians sat in a darkened studio and watched the film unfold.   With Miles leadership they completely improvised the score to the film based solely on the mood in the film.  A film that would be a star vehicle for the smokey and dreamy Jeanne Moreau.   It is a pure delight to listen to the different takes of the various themes as they each reflect the freedom of complete improvisation with nothing tied to paper.  With no distractions or expectations Miles created a sound that would lead to some of his greatest work in the years to come.   Coloring both his collaborations with Gil Evans but also having a huge influence on his solo recordings starting with MILESTONES (1958) and A KIND OF BLUE (1959) (arguably his greatest solo record).   I'd go so far as to say that these albums would not have existed if it hadn't been for his experience in creating the score for this film. 

I'd strongly encourage you to purchase a copy of the complete recordings of this amazing soundtrack Ascenseur pour l'échafaud. 
Listen to what would be a nursery for the development of a new sound, new approach and new way of thinking about Jazz for generations to come.  

At Days End

AT DAYS END (2022.08.22)

The setting sun
creates fire in the sky.
Flaming yellow, orange and red. 
Filling heaven's dome on the westward rim.
A quiet slow burning…
that if you allow it…
will slow down time,
transforming burning consumption
into transfixed wonderment,
as the day is calmly destroyed
in brilliant visibly-changing color.

Birds fly to their nests
creatures burrow in their dens
and other resting spaces.
And I, heart-harnessed
to Phaethon's Chariot
as it recedes over the horizon,
am humbled by the beauty.
My eyelids, growing heavy with the fading light, 
also find solace and rest.
An ending for some.
A beginning for others. 

The chirping of birds gives way
to the chirping of crickets
and lightning bugs twinkle at twilight
in the shadow of darkness 
like stars on the wing
that children can chase
and catch with their hands
then marvel at the magic
within their grasp.
Letting go to see the stars take flight.
Dreamtime has come again.

I wrote this poem while listening to this music and watching the sun set. https://youtu.be/O41y9vuVT3s
Best if not played to loud and even better if reading the poem out loud (slowly with a sense of longing and wonder) while the music is playing. 

A Good Lie

The Good Lie

I lied to you 
and that is true.

I told you something you wanted to believe.
I let you believe something I did not agree with.

You wonder why I’m distant?
I do not wish to give a truth that hurts, room to breathe.

I wanted to give you room to evolve
and grow in your own time.  Not my time. 

I was taught; ALL lies are bad
and we should ALWAYS tell the truth.

But everybody lies:

lies of omission,
lies of deception,
lies to protect,
lies to self,
lies to manipulate,
lies to harm.

Motive is the key.

I lied to you
and that is true.

because if I told you the truth about ….
You would have been forced to make a judgement
you did not want and were not ready to make.

because if I told you the truth
you would not have acted in the love, grace and mercy
in which you believe.
You would have endangered your own salvation and peace of mind. 
And I could not live with that. 

A truth never known is love in disguise and
an un-healing wound never inflicted.

I lied to you 
and that is that.

Inspired, in part, by the film titled THE FAREWELL (see trailer)https://youtu.be/RofpAjqwMa8

SUNDAY VERSES #13

3 WINTER HAIKU

Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun

***

When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts

***

Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold

sunday verses #11

4 haiku for the end of Autumn.


(12/01/21)
Leaves begin their fall.
Colors changing while you watch
autumn's rich pageant.

(11/27/19)
Cold, dark, windy night;
trees shudder; dead leaves unchained 
make fierce their escape

(12/01/21)
Distant in the dark.
Sweet sounds the soft piano.
Music in the night.

(12/01/21)
Chill'd, damp autumn night.
Sleepless bare trees sway slowly.
Unwrapp'd, expos'd heart.

sunday verses #10

(untitled) 1/29/19 1AM

… with bigoted clam-shelled-shut heart
pinched accusation and fervent digit all gesticulation
their unctuous moral fortitude no reverence for creation
razes the standard none can achieve
happy to fail, happy to fall 
into the boiling cauldron of righteousness
reason lost

Who will avail the good, decent, compassionate 
and forgiving soil?
… planting seeds to each grow its own kind
fruit bearing and fruitless
watered by streams of untethered acceptance.

Virtues are best left in deep shadows
where they are not exposed to the light of…
…haughty self-aggrandizement,
bleached by self-promotion or discolored by false humility….
… left in the heavy darkness when eyes close 
and sound fades to sleep…
… perchance to dream.

sunday verses #9

HOLES IN MY CITY   (2014)

There are holes in my city
where buildings used to stand.

Empty spaces are all that remain
where factories made my world.

A dream that never was
cannot be remembered or built upon.

There is no foundation 
there is only dust and wind.

Remembrance is only a delusion
sickness of mind and soul
for a community that is trapped
in its struggle to free itself from nothing.

There are holes in my city
where buildings used to stand.

Places where people lived
where the voices of children could be heard.

Now there is silence
even the ghosts don't linger here.

Some say silence is golden
but the same silence can drive a person mad.

There are holes...

sunday verses #8

PLAYERS SONG (date unknown)

what you lookin’ at?
what you laughin’ at?
what you makin’ fun of?

the end has come 
lights gone down
crowds are gone
strides across 
this sawdust clown

baggy pants
dirty shirt
worn out shoes
treading through
another broken town

hotel room
lonely bulb
peeling paint
dingy and dank
inhabited mold drown

what you lookin’ at?
what you laughin’ at?
what you makin’ fun of?

the naked man 
in the bathtub
smokes a cigar
wearing the painted 
face of a clown

milky surface
soapy water
shimmers like diamonds
one deep breath
he’s sliding down

what you lookin’ at?
what you laughin’ at?
what you makin’ fun of?

warm wet meditation
wraps up the man
mind quiet, at peace 
distant thunder 
smoking cigar lifeline 

rising up
paint-stained flesh
reveals the man
washed renewed naked
suffering reality frown

what you lookin’ at?
what you laughin’ at?
what you makin’ fun of?

sunday verses #7

11/6-11/16/21

EYE OF THE STORM

Dark brooding
sadness and anger
storm clouds swirl all around me
warning and threatening 
A shadowy pretense of power

I see the rain like spit from the heart
of those who should know better
pummel and drench and flood
loosing all the foundations of decency
get trampled in the mud

I hear the wind
roaring out of the mouths of fools
nostrils flaring like steeds being driven by demons
tearing and stripping away 
wounding and destroying all that was built

but I stand in the calm
sun blazing, giving countenance
to the peace within me
a centered solution to the storm
the hardest place to be

rage on, rage on o’ storm
you will not defeat me
I am within you and without you
and will remain until you sputter out and dissipate 
all your venomous energy wasted

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Ephesians 6:13 "Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."
Some times just being able to STAND is all you need.  
https://youtu.be/zWhDbkTmJHA

sunday verses #6

POEM FOR LATE AUTUMN (*composition date unknown most likely sometime between 2007-2009)

Skeletal beauty
Parade of bones
Rooted in mire
Grasping heaven

A bridge between divine and profane

Waiting for winters blanket 
Redemption in white
Covering past sins
Peace and rest in a season of sleep

*while I don't remember when this was written I do know it was inspired by a line "snow falling, falling like forgiveness from the sky" in the song "Darling Christmas is Coming" by Over The Rhine from the album SNOW ANGELS (2006)
https://youtu.be/IinpwBPwRZI

sunday verses #5

10/27-28/21
ENTER THE EVENING

A shadow crept across early evening.
As I was retrieving the mail
I stopped in my tracks and looked up. 

A thousand wings whispered across the autumn sky
in undulating murmurations of velvety simplicity.
None collided with the other but danced a ballet 
in perfect synchronicity across heaven.

The tinted hues of sunset;
royal purple and brilliant orange painted
against a dark blueing background.

Even the cricket at my foot that stopped its chirping
and, propped up against my shoe, 
seemed to look up in amazement.

A pair of local chipmunks scurried about in the chilled air
foraging for nuts and berries to store for winter -
oblivious to the magic in the sky.

In one step I had travelled 
from the reality of a chaotic and stressful day 
into a calm, quiet and peaceful evening.

sunday verses #3

 UNTITLED  4/24/2021

We are living in the time of parables and revelations
choosing sides
retributions
morality plays
we are “everyman” 
we are the evil that haunts our reality
passport economy 
buy and sell 
only if you carry 
the number of the beast 
innocuous as an inoculation 
tremors and terrors
of the soul 
as those who are weak from fear
strike out and seek control 
of the courageous
their souls listing off the coast of truth
drowning in their desperate 
thrashing and gnashing of teeth
marching and clawing
up the mountain of victims
they create
toward heavens inverted hell
fear of a zombie apocalypse
the walking dead 
if we look at the soul
it’s already here.

We consume media
we consume ourselves
we consume everything
humanity’s legacy on earth will be our consumption
we’ve lost too much to turn back now
in the past our consumption was tempered
tempered by 
“out of stock”
“special order” 
“import only” 
cash shortage
but that has changed
online everything is available
all the time
any time
for a price
on credit
with our very own pay pal
we forgot the payback
we forgot the shark will come 
hunting for what is owed
the environment
culture
social
religion
politics
science
all will come hunting
and haunting
enslaving
for what they are owed.

sunday verses #2

WE ARE MEDIA (10/02/2021)

Welcome citizen,
WE are Media.
WE are message.
WE are massage.
WE are information masturbation
That you WILL enjoy.

If you do not believe
                what WE tell you to believe,
And if you do not act on
                what WE tell you to do,
Even though WE show you 
                only what WE believe you need to know,
Even though WE show you
                a heavily redacted, edited, one-sided view,
Even though, when WE do show an alternate view
                it is completely ridiculous, unbalanced and unbelievable,
Then, you are a bad citizen.
A bad and corrupt member of society.
Suited only for OUR censorship.

Dear citizen,
You and WE both know that you, 
A mere individual, 
Are incapable of making an informed decision.
Information is power that WE control for you.
WE simplify the information for you.
You are free only when WE say you are free.
WE have done all the work for you.
You may now bow down and thank US.

You're welcome citizen.
We are Media.

https://youtu.be/sfCLt0kTd5E

sunday verses

Toilet/Potty Poem (10/2021)

Sitting on the toilet in
Solemn contemplation
Staring at the shag rug
Covering the Autumn-chilled tile floor

Faces and shapes emerge
Beasts and people
Both fantastic and frightening
Revealing themselves
Emerging in the trampled fibers
Of bare footed traffic
Before I roll them up
To erase their existence
In the reality of life's washing machine
Like shaking an etch a sketch
Re-setting the tabula rasa of imagination