March 25, 2023
March 25, 2023
March 23, 2023
I trace foot prints lost in dwindling light
I listen to the rhythm of walking boots on
Dirt paths I will not take
My heart slinks in deep lush, wet moss
I sink deeper into myself, a missing link
Forever abandoned, a reach I cannot make
Turning away and not talking, looking
Over the eyes of another
I possess the innocence of deaths ritual power
As a stillness succumbs to inspiration and seeks
Answers for its misfortune filled with dream
Spectacles of swaying giants, their trunks thick
As my heart is empty, bursting in the natural abyss
Of closing time while a feeling approaches with giddy
Laughter loud as a belch and cough across the table
Attracting attention from my original sin
Hidden until now I must confess in a warm
Sympathetic way your lost smile is taking false hope
In a vanishing wilderness of stale beliefs that
Haven’t led to your demanding bliss but words without
your imaginations, fruitless attempts at salvation

March 16, 2023
March 12, 2023
March 11, 2023
March 3, 2023
I seek the remembrance of a life once lived
without a desire to give others your feeling of loss,
someone who forgives the lies one participated in,
or the angry boy growing up to be an angry man
that could have guided his awareness of caring for
another's trust that became your freedom to be yourself
wealth must be brought to justice in the wars they create and the
February 28, 2023
February 4, 2023
the ritual of a life's preposterous joy at the wealth's wonderful mansions, acres of property and armed guards to protect their devilish deeds, destroying lives for profit, their god is money earned by insider trading, words that flow into the ears of the rich and their accountants know the underhanded scams created by their master's, these men and women demanding nature's care, making sure that beauty in nature resides around their massive properties with mother nature blossoming under the wonderful warm sunlight for these aggressive oligarchs seek or should I say demand that all seek to be complacent and anticipate the needs of their masters, for the 1% own human beings only for one goal, to do their dirty work for them and always make a killing when loaning cash to the little people, their servants work like devils to get paid a decent, meaningful amount yet limited by their stingy circus owners never wanting to give any cash to anyone but themselves, not even these men and women living in poverty, for the wealthy believe they worked hard to create their self worth, billions of dollars made off the backs of the working class making sure these men of selfish greed undermine the workers efforts to climb up the ladder of success by being paid a good salary for their effort in a reality out of touch with empathy for the masses