Tag Archives: ADDICTION

GAMBLING ON DEMOCRACY

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Losers unite fast.

Winners make moments last.

Spectators lose all.

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LADY JUSTICE AND HUNTER BIDEN

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Lady Justice is blindfolded

that she may not see 

who stands before her

and makes a plea

to hear a case on its merits

that justice may be served

under the law, and in equity.

Both matter, you see.

You wear no blindfold.

You simply read

what others have printed,

others, like me.

Prosecution is discretionary

under the theory of equity,

where harm is measured

against circumstances and intent,

and restitution is made with consent.

Except, for those with big names,

when a message is meant to be sent,

Lady Liberty sometimes removes her mask

before the process is commenced.

When process becomes excess to prove a point,

or destroy a wrongdoer to punish someone else,

equity steps in to correct the abuse,

and set free one who was meant to be

as all others would be in the same boat.

This is done to keep justice afloat.

Once her mask is removed it is too late

to argue she must not take it off.

It was already off, right out of the gate.

Curing abuse is not itself abuse.

Do not be so obtuse.

Curing abuse is mercy.

Curing abuse is equity.

Curing abuse is absolutely,

irrevocably, undeniably necessary.

Precedent has been set, it is true.

That courts may show mercy

to me and to you.

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IN THE GARDEN WITH FRIENDS

It is not just the poppy that addicts.

All flowers do to those 

who make gardens grow.

Over rocky , stubbled fields

replacing weeds with scented folds

of roses petaled

in circled fashion we all know.

Flowers call our names

even when we know not theirs,

from rows and rows and rows

of nurseried plants shouting aloud

“Take me home. Take me home!”

So many languages flowers speak.

Gardeners yearn to learn them all,

each one part of a diverse melody

which sings a siren’s song.

The garden is a symphony

of chords and rhythms strong

enough to carry feet along 

new paths from dawn to dusk

to worlds unknown beyond.

Strong enough to lift up all 

who wander through the varied colors,

kissed by bees and butterflies

taking us along on a joyous ride

to the one place for which we long.

A place of unity and uncommon beauty

freed from wilderness, our wildness tamed;

and fear buried beneath the soil

where it belongs.

Like flowers, in gardens we reach for the sun

and welcome the rain to quench our thirst

for freedom, friendship and mirth.

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