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WATCHING RETURNS
We await returns, afraid to hope, yet eager for change
while the world turns and twists on battlefields
we cringe to see and do not recognize as our own.
We try to rebuild a prosperous and civil society
while schools, hospitals, highways, trains and homes
are blasted apart with life’s blood by robot drones.
The monsters are everywhere now, colluding to gain
all the world’s wealth and power as their own.
Hell on earth appears on city streets, and outside
schools and Home Depot, even at our own front doors.
We do not recognize the human drones, masked as they are.
We do not recognize the darkness draped now in gold,
gold we pay for that allows monsters to hide,
even from themselves, as gambling games mix with propaganda
aired on every screen, every hour, of every day while we play
with money we no longer have to pay the rent, buy our food,
teach our children in safe schools, roof the unhoused,
treat the unwell, feed the hungry, gas-up our cars
and find a way to stay alive and well – one more day.
The whole world is at war in unrecognizable ways,
on battlefields created as theaters of the absurd
but just as deadly in each its own way; and we play!
We play. We play. And, it is true, some of us simply pray.
Wait for returns. Gird and guard your strength today
for the battles which lie ahead and will not simply go away
as you turn from the poll results to begin another day.
Never doubt what we and all the world’s people are about.
We are all defending freedom and liberty.
Some of us are defending our very lives against genocide.
Americans sharing tax dollars with monsters brings no pride.
We are afraid to claim our well-earned and historical shame.
Return to wakefulness as the young are now doing.
See across oceans, in places with names we cannot pronounce
to wars fought more openly, with death a greater reality.
We are part of their fight as our monsters fund a common enemy,
and throw our support to help other monsters destroy even more.
Monsters are destroying the peace we diligently built
and the freedoms we fostered after the LAST GREAT WAR.
Destruction is at the heart of each and every war.
We play with blocks the monster continually knocks down.
The destroyer is once again, and still, at our door.
Mid-Term Haiku
Nightmares roam freely
while voters watch fearfully
death of a nation.
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.
BLIND EYES
So enamored of myself am I
that I do not see you
though I look you in the eye,
all sincerity belied.
When I face you so confidently
the only one I see is me,
reflected back clear as can be.
Every charge I make against you
is really my confession.
I speak with such aggression
to hide all fase impressions
lest you take the time to think.
I use the fear I sense you feel,
reflected back at me,
in a never-ending loop;
which only makes me more afraid
to ever acknowledge you.
I must seize your power for my own.
It is the only way I can survive.
I can only live my life
if I steal yours
Your life or mine?
There is but one answer.
It is why you take my side.
It is why fear makes you hide
any conscience you once knew.
I will always be watching you.
I love watching myself.
All narcissists are blind; you see.
GREED
Despite what we have been told,
money is not the root of all evil.
Money is neither good nor bad,
It can be either warm or cold.
But, greed, that nasty fellow
eats away at heart and soul.
Puts self above the common good,
turns courage into cowardly yellow.
Shame finds no home among the self-serving.
Enamored wealth sets its own pace,
sets purposeless and questionable goals.
The weighty stacks of greedy acts is unnerving.
Senselessness rules its theft of compassion.
Ignorance shelters the ruse of satisfaction.
Depravity sets up cruel games of distraction.
Fear, baseless fear, becomes the sole passion.
Greed can become the ruin of us all.
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
In the middle of the night
when darkness curries favor
with sleeplessness and fright,
I wander room-to-room
in hopelessness that dawn
will come bearing anything
more than false light.
Too many days of bold lies
called forth from the darkest
spaces of twisted minds
force us all to walk in darkness,
and into exhausted days unable
to perform the simplest tasks,
weary beyond all telling,
silenced senses yelling,
deadened and unfeeling.
To feel would be to die,
or die trying
to make sense of such evil.
The cost of others’ greed is too high
for men and women of conscience,
of even Mother Earth herself,
to survive.
There is no answer
to the question, “why?”.
And so, I continue to roam
dark spaces, seeking answers.
I am woke. I stay awake
to face dark days
and dark nights.
I roam looking for ways
to pull us all to safe spaces
where restful sleep may come.
HEGSETH, et.al.
No need for the KKK.
No need for Nazis.
No need for MAGA.
No need for a Tea Party.
Not today.
Pump T not into the harbor,
but into young white men.
Into a military cleared of women,
people of color, and gays.
Young men who joined to serve
in a citizen army meant to save
peoples’ freedoms and the aspirations
of a constitutionally protected nation.
Instead, testosterone infusions
will create such confusion
and a masculinity
straining their humanity
with drugged brutality;
an aggression pumped up in display,
ordered now to act in a way
that serves the few leaders,
not the nation nor its citizens.
Leaders who will not allow soldiers
to show their humanity.
Soldiers drugged to match their leaders’ insanity.
Soldiers sent to control elections.
Soldiers whose protections
are meant only for the wealthy con men
who cheat and steal from honest men and women
working too many jobs to pay attention
to leaders’ lies and disaffection
for principles soldiers were meant to offer protection.
No checks and balances on insanity.
No effort to save our humanity.
First, we must protect our soldiers.
Only then, can we protect ourselves.
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DECLARATION 2026
It is time to open words stored in safe spaces.
Behind the clock where time passes unaware.
Behind the freezer where thoughts hunger for truth.
Behind the bed where slumber overtakes rage.
November cannot come soon enough for words.
Words cannot wait to learn their fate.
Voices may be denied, decried, deceased.
But, words?
Words persist long after we are gone,
long after we overcome, or we are overcome.
Speak now, beyond the pain and indifference to them.
Speak now while breathing still moves you to act.
Speak now into a future which never looks back.
Speak your words, joined with mine;
words recorded for all time.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE
TO BE OR NOT TO BE
The dark of night yet lingers and hides horrors from our sight,
as surely as using his poisoned pen our would-be king
claims undeserved, and hitherto unknown, power and might.
Disguised as feeble-minded and deranged in his fake rage,
surrounded by sycophants helping him turn every page,
he orders and re-orders freedom as his serpent
sibilant breath hisses and shouts across a stage,
revealing his sins and our own, as old as this nation.
Our fears and incoherent anxiety revealed with every breath,
as old as earth’s uncertain and unknowable creation.
Our American Garden of Eden has been turned into hell
for people of color and women, immigrants and refugees
who come with promise and work hard to make true
the promise that over 250 years determinedly grew,
and journalists pledged to tell us truth that is balanced and fair.
Even a live view of a firing squad of a criminal in a wheelchair
does not diminish the would-be kings charm
like a snake sung into action by Congressional inaction
which daily increases a litany of new harm
while they refuse to impeach and remove him
and his co-horts who claim he is only joking,
and ask us to believe he is such fun,
as he destroys the Bill of Rights, one by one;
and ignores every court order to cease and desist
his personal form of corruption and grift.
The rule of law, its lawyers and judges live in fear
as he unleashes his supporters to threaten and sneer.
Americans, it seems, find some ability to be tolerant,
though not as we hoped, to keep us solvent.
Americans accept racist and sexist firings
to make white supremacy in charge, and re-wiring.
Americans accept attacks on the Capitol and its defenders,
and pardons for criminals whose attacks never ended.
Americans can accept attacks on electoral process
and threats of vote seizures meant to intimidate
and stop voters who cannot wait to participate
in tossing the bums out with freedoms’ voting clout.
Americans can accept endless war financed by the poor
while the richer get rich making deals with enemies galore.
But, hands in our pockets, is a step too far for us.
You cannot steal our money like you steal our Jesus,
to convince us neither He, nor we, are who we once were.
Money has become our one, true god;
and whiteness, and gas prices, our only guiding star.
Vote evil out of this garden of Eden,
the serpent and all who will not act against him,
who now pretend they are on our side with false pride;
while cutting trees into crosses and debasing the wood.
The promise of America requires you vote Blue
to keep this nation free, progressing, and claiming what is true.
Join NO KINGS rally and marches near you on October 17.
Make a plan and VOTE on or before November 3.
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