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AMERICAN RENAISSANCE
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.
SADLY,ONLY A QUESTION TODAY
Even the sun-rise is solemnly quiet today.
moving from dark black to half-mourning grey.
Protests no longer seem enough to keep evil at bay.
A nation dawns dark robes in courthouses along the way.
Its people gather in darkened-by-blood pews to pray.
Pews misguided by male power, compassion set astray.
We mourn the loss of liberty today, and every day.
When will white male supremacists finally be made to pay
for their evil, unlawful, lying, bullying craven displays?
This question continues and refuses to go away.
Our answer cannot afford to wait. We cannot delay.
MOURNING PRAYER
Wake up.
Sit at the table.
Open the MacBook.
Click on the key.
Open Pages.
Take a deep breath.
What new horror?
Unlock the jaw.
Try to forget.
Relax the fingers.
Swallow the sigh.
Move the cursor.
Try not to cry.
Who was stolen overnight?
Who was charged?
What new non-crime planted?
What court noted what lies?
With what order do they not comply?
What illegal moves have they made?
When will law once again rule the day?
Discover anger and fear drops away.
There is beauty outside.
There is love everywhere.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe slow and deep.
Beg the silent watchers to wake.
Do not despair.
This has become my mourning prayer.
As a lawyer, I am in deep mourning over the DOJ and SCOTUS breech with Constitutional law, precedent and ethics. The law is king in the United States. No man is above it. Apparently, leaders of this current republican-controlled administration believe they are our now our “supreme leaders”. Speaker Johnson keeps the House of Representatives on vacation for another week, and refuses to swear in an elected official to protect the release of files naming powerful pedophiles and rapists. A private army in masks, with no names, kidnap citizens and non-citizens and disappear them. This is evil done in our name. Seven million speak out. But, most do not. They go about their day, perhaps complaining about high prices. As if that is what the true issue is. When hate and destruction attempt to rule over all of us. The White House is being deconstructed both physically and morally. Pray with me, even if you lack the will to fight with me.
THE DEEP SLEEP
Words fail to awaken on the page
when words fail.
Words dreamlike fight rage
in nightmarish schemes
when words fail.
Before Liberty shut her eyes,
and with despairing cries,
fell into freedom’s now-unsafe harbor
words gave us wings to fly
and above all troubles soar.
Now, words shut down
as they are shot down
as all around us words are bound
with hateful cruelty
demanding fealty
to lying thieves
upending beliefs
in a common humanity.
It is sheer insanity
and words fail to do it justice.
Lower courts words fall before SCOTUS’s lust
for false security, the only surety
that this is how nations fall into the dustbin of history.
Words are buried so deep
they too soon fall asleep
to escape the pain of obscurity.
That the people rise
is no surprise.
Whose words will act as guide
to peaceful resolution
and a safe conclusion
to those shoveling dirt into our eyes
and blinding us to truths that must not subside
into a deep sleep
to avoid seeing those who weep?
Who will speak now?
Is anyone still awake, still woke?
DARK TIMES
In the dark times
neither day nor night
bring about right.
We are forced
into our interior
and rely upon insight
and the subtle feel
of what our senses say is real.
We come to a stop,
to listen and recall
where we stand,
leaning against the wall
of remembered balance.
Perhaps we lean a bit,
Perhaps we sway
before trying to find our way
back into the light.
Standing still is no solution.
Going ahead despite our dread
of what can happen in the dark
is the only thing to be done.
It is the only way to bring back
brighter and happier days,
and nights when we can sleep
knowing we are safe.
Take my hand.
Together, we shall find our way.
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