Is Your Candidate an Armageddonist?
September 27, 2008
Belief in the The Apocalypse of John posits peace as unattainable
until the second coming of Christ.
Until there is a worldwide conflagration and a Christ based theocracy –
peace is considered impossible.
How can Armageddonists conduct sane foreign policy when they believe in such inevitabilities?
Armageddon Oops
September 25, 2008
like leaves in a hurricane
cellos burn like straw
fingers like napalm
lips like tissue.
Will you hail
the second coming?
Today I Encountered the Armageddonists
September 24, 2008
In the middle of town they stood on each corner
yelling words they believed to be God’s.
Their silent wives held signs as if crosses.
The pictures of Jesus dripped Ashouran blood.
Yet another tear parade.
(We have all been wronged.)
Mohammad and Jesus in an elevator stuck.
Would they battle or avoid the others’ eye?
Embrace as a force of love?
Divide the world like bloody soul pie?
I would bet on love.
I would bet on love again.
Dying in some cesspool place
no chance to embrace YOUR divinity.
Condemned by GOD to more suffering,
I want no part of such DEITY.
mantra explained over cornbread
September 23, 2008
now that there mantra –
she’s kinda like your light switch,
not your light
Change in Plans
September 23, 2008
I intended to read it and post my review of the book Delivered from Distraction by Edward M. Harwell M.D. and John J. Ratey M.D. – but I never got around to it.
Booed at Poetry Reading
September 22, 2008
It looked friendly enough.
Even downright hospitable.
The crowd seemed attentive during my first 30 poems.
But they didn’t seem to like number 31.
Or number 32 for that matter.
Soon after, they stormed the stage and I fled.
919 with those 911 blues – in development
September 19, 2008
Sure we wanted our vengeance.
But it wasn’t all black and white.
Our leaders had but one vision
through the eye of a gunner’s sight.
nine was was
September 11, 2008
It seemed a time of respect.
Skies were skies,
no chalky lines
of jet smoke –
only bird and cloud and flag.
Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.
Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.
Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.
Never to return,
we lived briefly
in the eye of chaos.
qazse 