the winter of small men

winter urges the world
to rest and gather, precious water
and the spirit feeds its need to soak-in
the blessings of seasons past and rest
that eases tomorrow's burden

The spring that rests like a seed
in the spirit's ever fertile soil
sown in the want for more and more life
it is the path to happiness in the reach
for the healing warmth of the sun
and abundance.

So unlike the winter of small men
spare and ungiving, lost in  a fruitless
search for a greater emptiness- the seeming strength
to ignore the suffering of others, and find
an abundance for the few...
so unlike the world, as it cradles all
so unlike the gifts the world has given
to each of you.

a time of stones

We are bound to a time
tethered like an umbilical --
life is time in a womb.

I am found in a stream
heart- deep in this serum heat.
In a sudden swirl, spun left and right
losing sight of sky and sands;
I am closed-eyed, left to reel
in howls of side-swum souls.

Amid sharp pulls of swiftly-moving flow
left to see from-within and know
ignorance too has a place in the Sun.
When yearning for truth is undone
by passion to make hatreds into stone,
stones into walls, and walls into an age of stones.
When black-hole minds cheat the unborn day
and keep darkness within dread and shadow.

( in this dream my hand sets to ground
upon scorpion sting, back reclines
upon a viper's tooth, and in sounds of thunder
the night reveals her fiery wounds)

We are creatures of love and fear;
to foment ignorance, we too are Godly;
we can create a universe and dwell therein...forever.

A poem for the next five minutes

Ann said “I would die for my country

for my kids and my country…” and some

few - in an insect nuisance manner- picked and pecked.

Ahhhh  Ann, oh my, so sassy, so SHEroic,
so full of antipathy for those small minds
that seem to crawl up our ankles to bite
and make us itch—irritating sons of a bitch--
like human No-see-ums

and then their thoughts
a roll of nerdish, troll-ish polysyllabic gibberish

sophistry pretended by  mere grunts and ass-scratch

But Ann-
Of course, we would die for our country
our enemies give us no choice
they kill us for our country.
On the battlefield there used to be
a kind chivalry or gallantry
nobles once jousted til a fall
but in Japan for millennia it was heads that fell
deadly serious stuff
then the English also got tough, counter-revolt
burned churches full of people
We kicked their asses back across the Atlantic then
but now play nice (--) ahhh,  Diana
you were the only Royal I was crazy for
the rest are simply crazy to believe
they are God's gift...I mean if George III
was dropped on his head as a Baby—

I'd think George Bush was too (--)

Ahh Ann, I have the concentration of pregnant flea
what was I saying-- ahh yes

those little vipers and snipers

those who know there is no God
that a Black President must be guilty
of something[ bin Laden, Benghazi,  been something!!!...]

I pity them

so small these minds and in such a big world of possibility
them stuck in a time warp:  myth of white superiority
[shit haven't you seen Mitt Romney!!!] WTF--- anyway

we die

for Sarah Palin and Michele Bachmann
for the draft dodging Chicken Hawks:
Bush, Romney, Cheney and a cast of bastards
who send our children to die for their money.

We die for street thugs who'd bust a cap in our ass
to steal a car because their  broke-dick
sorry selves can’t buy one

We die for lying lawyers, cheating CPA's
bankers who steal from other bankers who have already stolen
for priests who assault young boys, flaming
assholes who want women to die because they dislike choice

We die, for the slaves who were kidnapped, raped and murdered-
worked to early death to make America rich;
we die for dead heroes of wars and their children
orphans and for women who raise families alone
only to be told they are worthless

--PLEASE VOTE FOR ME, said Romney that little MITT--

We die for Corporate People who neither hunger nor bleed

nor leave orphans

We die for faith in hope, for hope's dying sake
we give up our mortal hold

and know that only by love
of the despicable and the beautiful
the angelic and demonic, the prideful
and the humble  by every billion-breathed creature
only by love-- do we live on.