Dead Baby Dolphins

Blinded, eyes wide shut.
Glued together with molasses.
Not able to open one eye.
Wearing dark sunglasses
To shade out the lies.

One year after the worst oil spill in history.
A year of speeches that promised change.
The gulf devastated as wildlife is inflamed.
Dead baby dolphins washing up on shore en masse.
An inch of crude in wetlands remains unprocessed.

No safety procedures created or addressed.
No way to prevent another blowout and mess.
Money not getting to the people it was promised.
Politics as usual as it bottlenecks progress.
Making sure the people affected don’t get access.

To the generations that built a great industry.
To the generations that built a great culture.
America has its values and you are clearly not part
Of the golden city on the hill that opens its heart
To all people except its own.

Born in the Abyss

it cuts both ways
the tools we use today
discarded tomorrow.
minerals stolen, poison sorrow.

gold drained, used and forgotten.
woodlands raped, wiped and rotten.
building a better tool.
communicating to you.

wired and text messaged.
tell me where you are right now?
what do you dream of?
where are we going?

brains upgraded, many faded.
gray matter turns into dark matter.
memories injected into culture.
history stolen by disease.

stories building our heroes.
legends courting myth.
born in the abyss.
all sins washed away.

Ghost Dance

Indian warriors locked in history.
Their stories updated by everyone.
Displayed on flat screens.
Read by office workers.
Their only war to keep their jobs.
Exchanging status updates.
Farming digital lands.
So many tribes died for this.
Their people murdered and starved.
So real land can be possessed.
Savages sitting in cages.
We all are.

One worker reads these stories.
Is moved to type these words.
Remembers the people who died for this.
Sees his reflection in the monitor.
No longer recognizes himself.
A parking garage outside the window.
A dining hall across the street.
One price for all one can eat.
The war continues far away.
Natives forced to give up land.
Savages sitting in cages.
We all are.

Spoken and Forgiven


As the words find you
Remember where you were.
What conversations you had
Sharing the title of the books of past.

When you repeat your prayers
Remember the power of the layers
Of time pressed and passed.
From one’s lips to another mind
Where words have grown the divine.

As the words find you
Pen to paper you write
The reflections of your world.
How you and it did change.
How you continued to engage.

Trying to inspire yourself and others
To seek wisdom and light.
Trying to fight the noble fight
Through the power of words.

Coded and translated.
Transcribed and relayed.
Spoken and forgiven.
Choking and spitting.
Memorized and forgotten.
All history written
Through the power of words.

Without A Sound

The grid went down without a sound.

Everyone knew it was coming.
The cyberwar had been churning
as Americans continued to shop.

Stuffing their stockings.
Making their lists and checking them twice.
Trying to act as if they were naughty or nice.

When Amazon went down, it was well known.
No more online shopping could be done.
This is when men took up their guns.

A virus snuck in through chimneys.
Slicing the internet cable with glee.
As we sang Christmas carols on key.

This virus then infected the citizenry
Electricity was cut, no lights on the Christmas tree.
No heat inside homes, people did freeze.

Man had no idea how to create fire alone.
No more Google to hunt and gather from.
No more gas in cars to travel.

No more food in pantries, we groveled.
A chapter ended and a new one began
All with the stroke of a key.

Some code written for you and me.
Civilization given a hard reboot.
The human operation system upgraded.

Many thought it was anarchy.
Many thought it was liberty.
A chance to live unconnected and free.

It was savage and millions died.
But many lived and grew stronger as we tried
To do things better this time around.

Rewriting history without a sound.

Watch it Burn

There comes a time when history goes in reverse.
As much as you try, it hurts.
The world you know is not what you wanted.
The people you hear talk, too blunted.

Hurting your brain and ears.
Speaking another language you fear
Hate in their hearts.
Nothing you can do to restart

What has begun.
The world is becoming undone.
There will be riots in the streets.
There will be a revolution to defeat.

The division that has always been within.
True progress now portrayed as sin.
Welcome to the end.
Watch it unravel before your eyes.

False Messiah’s speaking on the steps where prophets stood.
Preaching unity.
After sewing hate with impunity.
Millions cheering them speak.

They prey on the dumb and weak.
They are the majority now it would seem.
They all have guns.
They all know it has begun.

The toppling of this country will come
By the use of the freedoms we have spun.
Freedom of speech turned into the freedom of hate.
Freedom of religion turned into the freedom to sedate.

Is it too late?
No sense in trying to relate.
Revel in the end of an empire.
Drink a beer, watch the game, start a fire and watch it burn.

Honestrix worked for me

Take Honestrix and fulfill your potential.
Face fear and know the substantial
Gains you will have in following your passion.
Saying things that others only think.

Following through when others only blink.
Begin to examine your deepest desires.
Come clean to the world that you are not a liar.
That you lived a life that you wanted to.

You lived your dream when others made money.
You might have interesting life stories that others find funny.
You will be prized as a member of your tribe.
One who sees things honestly as you describe.

The injustice and lies of which the world is covered.
Showing the beauty of which the world can be smothered.
To block out all the darkness within our hearts.
That with Honestrix humanity can have a new start.

 

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Floating on Air


I sleep well at night.
Floating on air.
All our furniture in storage light.
All our love laid bare.

An extended family we now live.
We did not have on our own.
To a new community we now give.
Real people instead of voices on the phone.

The recession took it all.
Our old house and the history within.
My job lost with my company’s fall.
Digital photos are our memories again.

Like Gypsies we rode out the storm.
Held each other’s hands and packed.
The life we live has taken another form.
All our dignity intact.

We travel with our hearts and that is enough.

Florida Cried

The sky is black as it has rained tar balls
the size of soft balls, for weeks.

Black
Water
Black
Sky
Black
Skin

Crude oil within
The air we breathe.
Cancer has a friend.

No more fishing.
No more swimming.
No more tourists.
No more living.

The economy has died.
Florida has cried.

And we continue to live as if this will not begin.
We do not speak of the possible or knock on wood if you do.
The most massive oil spill in history does not need a band-aid
as if it is just a boo-boo.

Let us speak of the possible.
Let us speak of this tragedy
As if it is really happening.

Eskimo Cysts


ground control to Major Tomyou are having a situation room with too many situations that can be glared at and steamed like cabbage simmered until it boils into pot madness creeper sadness.  sentence structure punctuation period comma capitalize this and see we are heading for a great abyss. the harmonic dissonance resonates at a level you kiss each day as butterfly Eskimos grow cysts.

bears bobbing in water bloated and dead. sinking after having swam too far. no ice cream to cling to anymore.  beats and rhythm forcing and pushing onward and downward.  southward towards a sunny Florida town where hurricanes hit too often and oil stains. We are a glutton for a punishment trading our penny stocks as the big black glob moves closer like an infinite fog.  all the sins of a species floating to the top because oil and water always separate.  the wind is picking up and blowing the grease into our faces and into our spaces.

black plague from above and beyond, blown far and flung.  no need for gas anymore as we are dipped in crude and saturated with the rude comments of a democracy unable to point a finger at the right face.  the faces of all Americans guilty for an accident forced upon them by their own greed.  as militias talk of the glory days and how the south tried to succeed.  the civil war has never been forgotten.  my ancestors and your ancestors fought over invisible lines and invisible dollars they bled while history was recorded and tried.  sinners and saints cried. winners and losers die each day across the football fields of division.

40 acres and a mule in a subdivision.  4 bedrooms, 3 baths and a backyard with a pool. smothered and covered french fries always needing another topping of dripping fatty cold generations of apathy.