The Note

describe. describe. describe

paint a picture with your words.
never hide.
be brutally honest.
over share.
do not care.
make them blush.
make them think.
do not blink.

my eyes closed.
as i hold onto this note.
my last heart beat timed.
my last words.

letters written before.
delivered to loved ones after
write one now.

i wish i was there.
i wish i could see you graduate.
i wish i could see you marry.
i wish i did not have to die.

describe. describe. describe.

the world with you is better.
you are all we lived for.
you are the upgrade the world needed.
you will grow up not seeing color.
not seeing race.
you will treat the environment
like you treat your body.
no garbage in.
no garbage out.
your mind is the future.
you will see what I only dreamed of.

i am whole because of you two.
total opposites.
you complete each other.

you taught me more
than any class could.

your mother and i
never quit thinking of you.

not now.
not ever.
wherever my energy goes.
I will be seeking you.
where i can help you view.

describe. describe. describe.
when i close my eyes, for good.
i am half of you.
helping you.
as i close my eyes.

survive. survive. survive.

Farming Concsioussness

a deep sorrow
grows inside
the human heart
as it echoes
centuries of war.
of fighting for.
something we can
never achieve.

a liberty.
a justice.
a freedom.
a peace.

we seek together
to relieve the revenge
programmed deep
inside our DNA.

birthed in far away lands.
pyramids slaved out of
rock and sand
throughout the continents.

where our prophets were born.
where logic and algebra
were formed.
where stars were
observed and obeyed.

we worry together.
for we carry with us
a hunger that can not
be quenched.

a fever that can not
be wrenched
with any government

for the tribes are deeply divided.
as we once looked for the
internet to tweet our revolution

now we seek to hide
our internet connection.

knowing our IP address
is being recorded.

each transaction.
each wi-fi station.
each family relation.
each credit card verification.

we are enslaved to the
new pyramids
of data.

where we are all
locked inside the strata.
as servers farm

Dance with Alladin

The clouds are magic.
Painted desert smoke signals
signs of coming trouble.
Thunder blossoms outward.

Bombs dropped all around.

There is nothing civil
about civil war.
There is no target
too holy or too sacred.

Children are brainwashed
for food and water.
Massive bombs strapped to chest.
Their enemies draped
in armor and bullet proof vests.

For the Arab Spring…
harvest time has come
to a neighborhood near you.
There is terror in all hearts
made real by hacking any side.
By funneling money into
hide explosives and small arms.
Birthing fighter jets.

As always, there never was a plan.
Sabers still rattling on both sides.
As war spreads like a cancer
through the cloud of data mines.

Bombs dropping all around.
Water supplies
Electrical grids
Food supplies hid

Tanks now surround
civilians who have given their
bodies for an idea.
For freedom they lived.

Memes are much harder to kill.
A generation of American
hipsters grow long beards.
Dressing like the enemy’s
whose minds our soldiers
sought to steal.

War will always paint the desert red.
A generation of Americans
soldiers fought and bled.
Now buying homes
in their suburban utopias
led to watch their children
dance in Minecraft worlds.
As the desert children
dance with dreams of Alladin.

Dragon’s Breath

We are all
in passing trains.
Date of birth.
Time of death.
Time stamped
on the tracks

As subway cars
through the
Feel the stale air
bellow debris
and sand like a
coming storm.

As the metal brakes
the ground,
through the round,
corners of our lives.

I look across the tracks
and see you once there.
What if we both
took another path?

Would we be enemies?
Never to talk again.
Holding grudges till the end.

Would we be friends?
Our kid’s in school together.
Sharing the same playground.

What if I never accused
anyone of wronging me?
What if I always believed
in positive intent?

Never taking things personal.
Never taking sides.
Never hiding
behind any false flag.

Could I wave to you?
Would you wave back?
Could we find each other
at peace as the next
train breathes its
dragon breath into
our lungs, again.



When I sail
I look for thee.
Through the fog
our flat bottom boat
drifts like a log.
Sailing through the sea.

Drifting to the West
to find new land.
A long, long time ago.
I dream of unknown heritage.
I dream of unknown ancestry.

Sword smiths

I dream of you in me
when I train this atrophied
body and mind.
I wonder how far my
blood line goes.
Where it started
no one knows.

My DNA is not a pedigree.
It is diversified mutt.
Americana melted pot.
No real known history.
Other than white male
southern settlers sailing
from Europe to feed.

Taking land that was
not theirs.
Killing natives.
Taking slaves.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Much like a Viking fleet.


I am a strip mall viking.
Seizing happy meals.
No more need to kill.
I dream of the battle
to end all greed.
Sitting in my minivan.
I feed the next generation
of settlers.

We always take more than we need.


Protect your Vitals

The NSA took my baby away
away from me.
away from me.

Late one night my son,
was in a chat room.
He used some keywords.
They arrived in black
punched him in the back.

Just the other day,
when leaving church
I told my son.
God sees all.
Even when you think
you are alone.

It is all recorded
for when you go home.
For the karma
you sew
comes back to you.

Lonely one night
he reached out.
He said it was
to feel something.

He googled around.
He didn’t know each
and every letter and sound
was being tracked.
A tap tap tap on the keys.
Was a track track to the
growing data cloud pack.

The NSA took my baby away.
They took him away
away from me.

Maybe better than the KKK.
They say, they have ALL our backs.
But still, my baby got taken away.

For googling around.
For chatting about hacking.
For sharing a slice of code.
He had no time for packing.
No bail was ever set.

Dear son,
Watch your lilly white back.
For the prisons are packed.
You are not prison hard
padded with soft sedentary lard.
Please protect your vitals
when you fall.

Learn to fall softly and how to roll.
Most importantly, protect
your spirit and soul
for it repairs all wounds.

The NSA took my baby away.
The NSA took my baby away.

Remember, the NSA guards
you today.
Even behind bars
watch what you say.

The NSA took my baby away.

Gravity Whispered

fell of bike

I fell off my bike.
Landed on my hands.
Rolled onto my back.
Covered in sand.

Quickly, stood back up.
Slowly, looked around.
No scratches or marks.
Could be found.

I hid my face as blood
slowly pumped back in
the rest of the pace
till the end.

The tiny aches I had
before are gone.
Before I was broken
now I am one.

Possibly, in shock.
Inflamed joints
no longer locked.
How lucky we all are.

Everything intact
Everything so exact.
How lucky

Both life and pain are fleeting.
Gravity has no friends
but today it whispered,

They Howled


They Howled:

It gets cold here
when it’s 45 degrees.
People bundle up and chatter.
Talk of wearing layers.
Then at noon it is 70
and sunny, again.
Jackets get stuffed in bags
and carried around like luggage.

This is sunny Florida.
This is the place where
people come to forget
the cold winters and rat race
of when they were important.
With cheap housing
comes cheap labor.
Which do you favor?

It is a great place to reminisce
about the big cities.
Mostly, the big apple.
With northern accents
filling local gyms.

A guy named Bob speaks
to a guy named Rob
about the The Giants.
Past seasons.
When they saw history
painted and bare chested
in the cold arctic snow.
They howled.

Now they move like slugs
through their morning workout.
Retired and just happy to be vertical.
They talk of how they’d
rearrange the gym.
How people just don’t get it.
All people.
All coaches.
All unions.
All Presidents.

It is sunny here in Florida
as we melt together.
Southern born and
northern formed, Floridians.
We are fine here.
Most know we are backwards, here.
Most don’t care.
Because none of us want
the snow from up there.
Polar air stay clear.

When Summer comes
the snow birds will migrate
back to the cities.
The traffic will thin out.
The Yankee accents will lessen.
The leftovers will burn like toast
on our endless beaches.

The state of the flower
is timeless and knows
no power but nature.
Man is a pest as
we rent time and space
on this land’s thin tropical crust.
Three times surrounded by water.
We are always watching for
the next big storm.

To sound the alarm.
To wipe paradise off the map.
To reawaken.
To rebuild again.



The cloud.
An information frontier.
I tried to picture packets
of machine code as it moved
through the air.
What do they look like?

Photos of your child’s birthday.
Videos of drones bombing
a mosque or a wedding.
Tweets of twits.
Edited status updates.
And then one day,
Snowden got in.

The information we received
did not shock or awe.
We have already slowly
given up our privacy
through each new password.
Through each new account.
Each online form filled.
Ad infinitum with all of your
personal information.

Social Security Number
Date of Birth
Credit Card Number
Expiration Date
City of Birth
First Pet’s Name

Prove You are a Human

I hear an orchestra playing.
It fills the space like Kubrik demands time.
Opera. Full chamber. Surround sound
As sounds echo through my brain.
Wi-Fi data flies through the room.
There are no more secrets.
There never were.

Putting on a radiation mask