Filling the Ditch

Filling the Ditch   6/30/'2014

It doesn’t seem real

The incredible blessings

And unspeakable horror

That come in a drizzle

Or gush down on our heads.

It is not something

Anyone can understand

As God acts

Or waits.

The creeping vines grow up the wall

And the moss spreads

Between the rocks

We age

And then we die.

But what took centuries to build

Can be gone in a heartbeat

Because preservation takes work

Dedication and sacrifice.

The storm comes from afar

And only a fool

Cannot see it coming

As it brews

And as it boils. 

The debt is high

More than we can pay

But everyone who lives

Must bear the cost. 

Blood runs in the dirt

As the dead lay unburied

In the heat of the sun

They are stripped 

And defiled.

Do not doubt their hatred

And do not doubt their resolve

As they rage, murder

Pillage and plunder.

Squared steel awaits

Plummeting through the sky 

Whistling down through the clouds 

Smashing mountains 

And melting rock.  

Penetrating deep 

The iron thunderbolts drive 

Screaming for home 

And all who die before it.  

 

Duplicity

Duplicity 6/27/2014

Deadly and depressing

Is the soul crushing normalcy

As we sit in boxes

Staring at a screen.

Like a weight on your head 

And a rope around your neck

Leaving you dangling, hopeless

Dumb and dead.

 

There is beauty everywhere

But there is also death

As we seek to destroy

Everything we can.  

But, I am also destroyed

And, I am nothing but a scab

Picked, raw

And starting to ooze. 

You could call it anything

But, that doesn’t change a thing

And just because it can be justified

Doesn’t make it right. 

They say, we are free

But conformity is the game

As the outliers are conditioned

Or eliminated.

If anyone should dare to challenge

The fabricated status quo

Then they must be crazy

And marginalized.

Dust settles

And the decades pass

But we remain

Dying every day.

We will be used

And we will be forgotten

Thrown away like an old tool

Rusted and crumbling to pieces.

But so also will be the mighty

And so also will be the elite

Because it was all fake

And make believe. 

Unearned and undeserved

The dumb and the crass

As we all limp off a cliff

With their head in our ass.

More than you think

And more than we know

Victory is decided

By virtue

And not by numbers. 

Others have come

And others have gone

But now is the time

To look before you leave.

Be ready and be aware

Because the barn door is open

And no one will care to protect

The good and the few. 

Let them spend their fury

And let  them wallow in bile

Because in the end

They shall come up short

And fall where they stand. 

Stepping Stones

Stepping Stones 6/26/2014

Fingers, hands and toes

Frogs, turtles and fireflies

The stuff of yesterday

And the dread of tomorrow.

My thoughts are random

And they skip from one place

To another

Like a juxtaposed portrait

Cut apart and reassembled. 

Something’s are hardwired

But others are flexible

Even if unintended

We change and transform.

The world is filtered through our brain

And sometimes seeing is believing

But there is always more

Than what meets the eye

In the endless streams of dreaming.

I close my eyes and think

And I can almost see it

The grace of a thousand lifetimes

In the span of few seconds. 

This is not random

And these words

Are no accident

But neither are you

And neither am I.

No one else can do it

And our opinions

No longer count

But God is always bigger

And stronger. 

Spiked

Spiked  6/25/2014

How long we wait

Depends on the promise

And the person

But even then we all get tired

And become disappointed.

It’s good to follow your heart

But it’s also good to pay attention 

Because sometimes the innocent are used

By the vile and the duplicitous. 

The hands reach down

Farther and farther each day

Never missing a chance

To reward childish vanity

And unabashed hatred.

I see it every day

The false power

Of position and preferment

And all of it becomes

Top heavy and lethargic.

Existing on the backs of the good

Until the weight becomes too great

And it snaps the camel’s back

Just like it always has. 

All of it is a knife

Pointed at our backs

Raised out of view

And ready to attack. 

How can I be surprised

When I feel  the piercing pain?

And turn around to see

The lifeless eyes of murder.

We are nothing but tools

Expendable and worthless

Because even in death

We are forgotten

On purpose.

Anyone could see the pattern

Staring us in the face

That everything has a plan

To penalize someone

For something. 

Pure hatred will not

Differentiate between

Guilt or innocence

But merely lashes out

Out of envy and pride.

That is the truth

Cold hard and deadly

Slicing through your lungs

And piercing your heart. 

But isn’t that man

Always angry

Unwilling to ask

And see the truth. 

Forcing the outcome

Even if it’s wrong

Because it takes true strength

To understand

And learn. 

Without the truth

And without discomfort

We will never grow

And there we will  remain

Infantile and stunted.

Deep in your heart

You know

Now go ahead

And turn around. 

Low Country Boil

Low Country Boil 6/24/2014

As inconspicuous as I could be

I sat in the meeting

Silent as a stone

Careful not show any emotion

Like resentment,  despair, or shame.

There are no accidents

And all the surprises are planned

Hatched in the hearts of evil men

To injure, diminish, and kill.

A death of thousand cuts,

Starts with just one

And we are already bloodied,bruised

Tired and overspent.  

But still we sit 

In the hot water

Hotter and hotter

And about to boil.

They say you can die of a broken heart

But still I keep on going

As one thing leads to another

Each one worse

Than the last. 

Just because someone says it

Does not make it true

And just because no one dares speak

Does not mean 

That we don't know. 

Something is in the air

Vile and acrid

The smell of a smoking gun

More than enough

For all to know.   

Stand up and look

Because all the signs are there

As everything leads back to something

Deep, dark, diabolical.

It is not man

That made the promise

So don’t be surprised

By lies or betrayal. 

But in all things remember

That to be the hated

Is an honor

Far higher 

Than anything 

They could give. 

Let it go on

Just like today 

Over and over 

Until the end.

Smile on that 

And let it sink in

Because it happened once before

And so it will again.