I came, I saw, I shit my pants.
How absurd.
I had to die for 10,000 years
so I would want to live.
I weep for who I thought we were
born to love and make beautiful babies
dependent upon ourselves and neighbors
accountable for our actions, success and failures.
I weep for who I think we are
Prozac reality and stressed for success mentality
accelerated conditioning as we look away
from the homeless, hungry and lost.
The working poor
who need more,
want more and accept their lot
while programed compulsion for fads
end up in long term storage then tossed to the curb to rot.
The murdered with a count of one or two
rarely make the news.
The fear of others grows unchecked
while profits are skimmed away from the rest.
Innocent children are discarded
in favor of patriotic fervor for perpetual war.
Civil discourse has died
replaced by alternate facts that change with tides.
Intellectual pursuit demonized
while dumbing down of our nation for control is the norm.
I don’t have the answers
I do think we received what we have earned.
And so to celebrate the Fourth of July
we should just watch the fireworks
and pretend everything is going to be just fine.
March Winds
Grass on the front lawn
moves like the ocean
waves, a “spring green”
flow, signaling the arrival
of warmer weather. Lots
of time to play outside.
there has been an invasion
in the quiet moments of
my solitude-
in the beautiful chaos
of our daily grind–
there has been an uninvited guest
sitting on my throne
taking what is mine-
beloved and betrothed.
there has been an invasion
into my identity
to the security of my well built walls,
to all that has become me,
to what I call home.
oh, you clever thief-
you imposter, you jealous little girl–
let me teach you
the most important lesson
you will ever learn-
you may have played
make-believe in my house,
fluffing my bed with flatterly & lies-
but the love you thought you had
will forever be mine-
for you were a cute little play thing,
and I will remain the Woman of my home.
