soldier

November 11, 2008

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until there are no soldiers
we have all died in vain

against the dark sky

November 10, 2008

Bare Trees in Winter,Yosemite National Park, California, USA

just one leaf holds on
brown and brittle it struggles
loosing some pieces


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Peace Is a Choice

October 30, 2008

we see them as barbaric
they see us as barbaric

we are both wrong
we are both right

Hey kids its Gasoline CANDY!

It’s EXTREME!
It’s COOL!

Everyone is lovin’ it!
So should you!

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The Night Joe Left

October 2, 2008

Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.

He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.

This father cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.

exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.

It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
he the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…

Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.

Across the hall
irritated alarms split
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.

tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.

Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…

Soon
after,
he presses my shoulder.

I awaken.

He is gone.

All that is required –
blind obedience

to the keepers
of the “truth”.

Armageddon Oops

September 25, 2008

What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane

cellos burn like straw

fingers like napalm

lips like tissue.

Will you hail
the second coming?

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.

now that there mantra –
she’s kinda like your light switch,
not your light