Ecclesia

Like many things
You may claim superior knowledge
I share my technology
together we embrace in virus.
You litter my page
And that of others
with thoughts and opinions spewed forth
Who is spewing forth now?

Sifting through the trough of images
Distortions and soundbytes
Defamation is so easy
Though you and I would never know
Just how ignorant and compliant.
Sedition and self-censorship
Unknowingly participating in someone else's agenda.
It's a wonder academy still stands.

How's to getting off that soap box
Would you like a verbal joust?
Or will a fist against education
be enough to intimidate you.
Freedom of speech
Dystopian malaise
Cryptic mazes
while polemics from those above do not change.
Say nay, all that you like
The Ecclesia may yet fall from its height.

A Posteriori

Dispossession, displacement, disapora
By virtue of tectonic shifts.
Humans divide
into clusters, groups, clans and tribes.
I blame you for my current state,
though my cell is outside
And soaking in Vitamin D.

Loss has many a facet
You say our grievances are different
but aren't we mourning the same thing?
Not always, I know.
But ultimately recovery requires forgiveness.
Whose path do you chose to tread?
The bile inside you is cancerous
If you make way for its scorn.

Estrangement has no border
A choice to discriminate for ignoring my orders.
Matrimony guarantees security for a little while
Ask that insecure spouse,
You'll wonder
If they got together under a cloud
And raised their children under a storm
Unrelenting.
There are no defenses from harsh words
to a child that are spoken.
A broken home
Needs no passport to feel alone.

A Priori

Land free from sin
The dispute of generations
Continues to rage and bellow;
Hell may have existed
There
In the past
Locked away.
The mind is both the prism
and salvation
for denial and subterfuge.
An inferno we place external
to mundane reality.
In our minds we are all benevolent;
Aesop lives today still.

Whose land are we on
And why does it matter
To say sorry, and acknowledge
Claim?

Neither sovereignty or disunity
May right past wrongs.
Words are Shallow
If followed by another message in a gun.
Secret, sacred, spirits of the land.
Wherever we got there are secrets
But unity helps us understand;
Divsions made of malice and greed
Be damned!
They were here first.

He means If - Pas Deux

He means If.
You don't comply,
The don't comply,
We will sanction you.

She means If.
You do as I say,
Ignore what I do,
I will say I love you,
Never mind actions behind closed doors.

A fledgling.
Humanity.
How do we love
When its so easy to judge.
Your point of view is disagreeable
To my learned sensibilities.
I am righteous
Too righteous to deign
To talk with you.

I know my ignorance
I know where to get my pontoon.
On it I pontificate.
Alone
In private
To an audience of one.
But in my mind
I say aye.
He means If.

He Means If - Part 1

He means If.
It's not always his fault
That things don't work out
Sometimes it's about you too.
Menstrual flows
Synaptic sighs,
Be it just a chemical high.
Why do we seek to blame
When others at times
Only innocently mirror
Our ugliest self?

Why be down when what we see reflected
Is but a part of us
An ever-evolving charm
Of Nature.
He means If.
You got your act together
Start to make sense
Get your head out of the gossip reels
C'mon girls! There's a feminist movement out there
Why do you pity yourself still?
No -isms, no -ology
No epistemological, ontological or empirical devices
Are justifiable excuses
For blaming someone else.
Its ok to be slothier than a sloth.

He means IF.
Love came along before Hallmark.
How can he mirror what you want
When everyday
What you want is changing?

And that's the joy of Mercury.
And that's what we love most
He means If.

You become someone other than who you
already are
Then you have lost only yourself.

24.10.12 Poem

Benevolent Despot
Socratic knave
A tyrant's despair
Another label these days.
Who uttered the word misogynist?

Jostling for power
Embraced by Ego
The City-State's knowing wink.
One Empire rises
Another one sinks.
Is it better when we rejoice in your suffering?

Sufferance for pleasure,
Pleasure for profit,
But who profits from oil
That changes hands and is corrupt?

Knave.
Fools.
Short-sightedness is not overlooked by history.

10.10.12 Poem

Browned, and freckled
digging deep the earths rasp
Vice, avarice, despair
All be found.
A shovel,
A clutch,
A moment's passed.
Be of good cheer,
Never mind the stations
lost.
...

Gone for now,
The illusion matters not.
Weary thoughts, weary heart, weary soul
Prematurely old.
But why bother?
Be of good cheer!
These spirits pick up.
Tis one thing to be of the mind
Another to live outside it.

***

What does it mean
to be here, now.
At a loose end.
Some time to think
Too much time for others.
Absorbtion a-plenty
Passion, where is thy drum?

A fetal curl
Not out of bed yet.
Some say its anxiety
Maybe a little depression.
More insane job cuts
More insane wars.
I'm feeling sorry for myself
What about the world.
Time does not bring back youth,
But time exists to change our attitude.
Who's afraid of the Tall Poppy?

***

These days grow long
The summer's sun stretches beyond
Pessimistic clouds
Death, resurrection
False hope
And Illusion.
Gone.

Perhaps never far.

Pens, they say
Mightier than the sword
But is there much truth
Inside a heart that fears
A mind that is closed.