
I see patterns, not the dead.
Patterns of the dead and dying, instead.
Death by a thousand cuts,
every strength lessened in a labor force,
in flight controllers, educators, hospitals,
F.B.I and military personnel, as well.
Saving money is not the purpose;
but, stealing money to fill the purses
of family and those who hold the cards,
greedy sots who play so hard
they have forgotten how to work
if they ever knew how.
No sweat on their flinty-eyed brow.
The hunger games have now begun.
Watching suffering is part of their fun.
Crying children with aching bellies,
babies once thriving, who will soon be dying.
The weakened working poor and people of color
are always such a weight and bother
to those who seek fortune and fame.
To win, such weak pretenders must play such games.
The cries and shouts are soon drowned out
by Epstein’s files which stretch for miles
across every ocean, their pattern is in motion.
Overpower those you fear and take their power.
Do this day-by-day, hour-by-hour
until they die or wish they could.
Death by a thousand cuts.
Pretend you are doing it for their own good.
Your power is but a sick, slick dream;
a nightmare for hungry children who scream.
Banks profit off your every scheme and stay silent
while you threaten and demean those who show
who you really are, and strive to make clear
this is not who most of us are, or wish to be.
But, too many agree. Too many refuse to see
the patterns they have watched on TV screens
for so many generations that it is destroying a nation.
I see patterns, not the dead.
So busy feeding the hungry we have little time to fight
those who create patterns of dominance and fright
robbing us of the wealth which once fueled our success.
Now, our very democratic existence is under duress.
This is part pf the plan of the Heritage Foundation,
who has shaken the core the the Republican Party so hard
it no longer exists as a proud opposition.
It has become the source of a free people’s annihilation.
I see patterns. I see the plan has been set in motion.
Now, I ask, countryman and women to show their devotion
to a nation entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
where all are created free as a basic right of creation.




MERRY CHRISTMAS 2024
Hope is the deep breath needed to sing Carols
heralding Jesus’ birth.
Hope is the breath first breathed into all living things.
Hope is the breath that softens
the hard contours of defended hearts.
Hope is the breath that soothes
the rough edges of fearful minds.
Hope is the breath that animates
the graceful move to gift our very selves.
Hope is the breath that lifts
the blindness of hateful eyes heavenward.
Hope is the breath that challenges
the world to dream of peaceful, new beginnings.
Hope is the breath that stores
the strength needed for moments when courage is needed.
Hope is the breath that brightens and enlightens
the darkness within each breathless soul.
Christmas is a time for deep breaths filled
with hope to face another moment, day, month, year.
Keep breathing is all that is required to fill
the world with Hope.
Each breath keeps Hope alive.
Merry Christmas with every breath taken
deeper in every way, every day
during the Jubilee Year of Hope.
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