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HUMAN-KIND

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At night, in my dreams, the people keep coming.

They arrive as if expected.

I do not know from where.

One by one, children are dispersed among them,

and placed in their care.

I guide their placement into pairs;

and offer up a silent prayer

that their fit makes some kind of sense

of which I am not completely aware.

It is not a sense of mind, nor heart.

It is the sense we are no longer apart.

Human-kind has become a true compound

of Earth and Starlight united in harmonic sound.

In the darkness of dreams stars musically alight.

And hearts once in despair no longer break at night.

In my sleeping dreams they arrive.

At dawn I arise

and sing a new song in my heart

knowing we are together again, never to part.

Be Kind is my song, as a new day starts.

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ONLY AUTUMN KNOWS

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Only Autumn Knows where and when

she will end.

Each morning seems earlier than the last.

Sun sets earlier than summer-days past.

Dawn delays rising while I do not.

Sleep steals in easier despite afternoon naps.

Time ceases to be set by my clock.

Circadian rhythms have been unlocked.

I fall into Autumn’s wind-swept arms,

happily blown in, after the Equinox.

I rise in the dark to write poetry and prose.

What is revealed only Autumn knows.

Yawns precede each word and phrase,

happy to explore Autumn’s up-ending by-ways.

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AMERICAN RENAISSANCE

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The dark ages were not dark everywhere.

Light shown to the East, the South, and the West

while Europe cloaked itself in dark days;

as The United States of America does now.

Even camera crews have turned off light and sound.

And evil men and women try to rebound

by creating their own clown-faced muse

with his crypto, coins, twitter, and TV news.

These wanna-be strong-men turn away from the Light of Truth

forsake the Bill of Rights’ light once so very bright

with promise by all, for all, and to do all things right.

We watch all systems fail across airports,

roads, water plants, farm fields, schools and hospitals

and death becomes unleashed by ICE men

playing false as con-men overrule the Rule of Law.

Their appointed judges enact The Rule of Flaw

This may be America’s final straw;

judges sitting in dark court rooms

unable to see what facts there be

so precedence can be overruled

and lights kept turned off, but not for all.

January 6 criminals, rapists, pedophiles, and fraudsters are free

to roam in darkness so deep we cannot see

that none of us is allowed to remain free.

None of us are safe from deportation

to an unknown country, or to our own private hell

here in our own homes, on our own streets,

within our universities and our own communities.

The lights seem to be growing dim

as Dark Ages descend again.

Artists can paint, sculpt and write in the dark.

They see more clearly what is, and imagine what can be.

Their imagery is lightened within dreams and memory.

A new Renaissance can overcome such darkness.

It did so once. It can, again.

There should be no return to the old days, but a rebirth

of those ideals sought enacted by people of Earth,

when our constitution, its amendments and Judicial Act

were put in placed to support a Bill of Rights

to overcome dark night and shine a brilliant Light

across an entire world. Peasant freedom unfurled. 

The work of artists is to bring forth light and right;

a Renaissance of love and peace, respect for all;

and, the courage to make things right.

Art and artists’ dreams dispel, like a liars’ tell,

 shining light in the depths of these dark nights.

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TAGLINES

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My dreams have taglines; colored lights forming words,

scrolling across the bottom or the top 

to awaken a sleeping brain.

Sometimes, bold sentences 

within thick-lined boxes to draw attention.

My tired body sometimes fails to notice or understand  

the insights my vivid dreams demand.

As I dreamt last night and viewed my last scenes 

a box appeared with a message to be gleaned:

TO GO FORWARD IT IS OFTEN BEST TO LOOK TO THE PAST 

WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN BEFORE. 

And, then, I awoke to my here and unformed now 

wondering what part of past 

informs a future built to last.

Dreams leave clues like any good mystery.

Dreams fragment history.

Dream introduce me to strangers 

who tell their stories, and not my own.

I wake confused yet excited to explore 

the fading dream some more.

I turn on lights to brighten the dark morning, 

awaiting a breathless sunrise 

to seep beneath shades hiding the night, 

which might bring surprises to my door.

It is difficult to see a future

when these days are so dark.

Dreams tell me to see clearly

my future relies upon seeing my past.

I search each dark corner

with a flashlight in my hand.

If I can see what brought me here,

where I now wonderingly stand,

I can see a future brighter than indignation,

more solid than fearful imagination.

A future where strangers’ stories become my own,

and I can grow from seeds I have sown

in the dark soil, now,

so well known.

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Place your shoes under the bed.

Where you go in your dreams

Is best walked barefoot.

Feel the surface you trod,hard or soft,

Rough or smooth,

Hot or cold.

Learn the truth, grounded and sure

So lies cannot find you unaware,

Unready, unable to discern

The truth you need to know

To find your way on ground that is real

And leads to the place you need to go.

A place you neither want nor expect

But need to be. The temple of honesty.

Barefoot. Grounded. Free.

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DAWNING

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I have been carried over mountains

dredged in gold

by sunlight’s curve of light

as dawn unfolds

and opens her arms,

and gently releases her hold

on earth’s many charms.

The wonders of my world shift

within my sights

in bits and pieces set adrift

until I string them together like jewels

to hang around my neck

and light the darkest days ahead.

Indeed, dawn’s delights

can lighten even the darkest nights

in waking dreams sensing the coming light.

Dawn works her tentative way

across this bleak space every day.

Dawn awakens an eagerness to find my place

among other beings also lit from within.

Together, we can light the entire world.

It is dawn. We have dawned. 

It is time to begin.

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INSIDE GUESS

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My guess is as good as yours, you know.

We can argue and remonstrate as we go.

Stardust falls too easily upon the earth

where we abide, and  constantly seek rebirth.

Imagination takes us within its thrall.

Reality may not be real; not real at all.

We watch stories unfold on stage and screen

Impossible to believe what our eyes have seen.

For a moment all that exists is a creative idea,

a fantasy which draws us all near,

connects us without fear.

It coats us in fairy dust,

and so, we trust.

These moments of suspended reality

remind us of our tightly held duality.

Our starry-eyed souls try to hide inside

a body which runs open and wide,

which seeks to break free

and reach for the stars seen in dark skies.

All we really need to do is look inside.

That is where reality truly resides.

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Words

Some days the words refuse to let me go.

On other days words pretend I am someone they do not know.

The cut-direct should not hurt so.

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SLEEP

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Bodies and words awake at 4 a.m.

have no respect for the woman I am.

A review of conscience 

is all well and good.

It reminds me of all that I should.

But, forgets who I am

and that I am doing 

all that I could,

and not doing 

all that I would

if I were not who I am.

Too tired, too little, too late, 

thoughts fly sky high

as life passes me by.

Two women sit here together,

the me and the I.

One who knows her self, 

a self which few surmise.

The other one who shares

her thoughts, to her surprise.

No rest this dark night.

Tomorrow comes with the light.

I sit in the darkness

and wait for the sun to rise.

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DECONSTRUCTION

Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025

The streets were lined for blocks on end.

Signs reminded all who rejoiced to attend

Why they walked and talked and smiled and waved

At passing cars who braved delays

While drivers honked horns and shouted out

“Vote him out and make it a rout!”

Costumed critters danced to our delight

Knowing their freedom would give him a fright.

Deconstruct the lies we have been told.

Deconstruct the narrative being sold.

Deconstruct the bullie’s hold.

Deconstruct institutional mold.

Gather in peace the young and the old.

Stronger are you, more wise, more bold.

Deconstruct so we can rebuild

What he has destroyed with his minions’ lack of skill.

We know how to do this, and more.

We have done it many times before.

Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025
Columbus, Ohio 10-18-2025

My thanks to my friends in Clintonville area of Columbus who helped me attend this moment of patriots’ challenge to the con men robbing the USA of its power, wealth, ideals and humanity. The lack of media coverage was appalling. The misrepresentation of attendance numbers cannot be challenged when media fails to provide images of the gatherings. A local station covered it AFTER it was over and crowds had dispersed. Another stated hundreds attended when it was actually thousands. We are here. We are resisting. We are going nowhere until the despotism and kidnapping of people and the Supreme Court, universities, news organizations, social media outlets, medical and public health Institutions… even our very language and the meaning of words and phrases has been brought to an end and freedom restored.

We shall not be silenced.

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