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For all those who believe in speaking ideas into existence and prayer in the universe will return to a person.  I simply want to write a lis...

Sunday, January 24, 2021

The Conundrum of Insouciance Adoration

Today I have decided to forgive you
A wise man once said
"With unity, we can do great things"
"Important things"
Does this mean 
Holding the title of President of the United States
Does this mean
Being first in line for a lifesaving vaccine
Does this mean 
Being gainfully employed with guaranteed income during a pandemic
That is unity I can ask for 
But as is I have three strikes with my head held low
Without incitement of violence or venomous speech
I am simply seeking higher enlightenment
For a man who has the promise to work for the betterment of all Americans
Is an application for employment
The extension of a helping hand to be reciprocated
Or a serious waste of communication from the supremely unqualified
A wise woman once said
"Equality can't wait"
Does this include access to a luxurious life
Does this mean everyone's ideas now have equal value
Does everyone's ideas have the right to mass consumption and validation
Whose equality is the fight for
We all do not have the option to decline eviction moratoriums
Where one room in a small house is all afforded to you
Where government assistance to survive month to month is required
Where all you hear from leadership is
What we have now, we will try and get it to you later  
My life is in crisis
I need money
I need help
I need security 
Those are not provided to me though
So this truly better world that is only on the cusp
Is usually past tense for the speaker
And future tense for the supportive audience
I wish I could be granted freedom with such supernatural satiety
I forgive you for you know not what you do

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Resuscitation Of...

With proverbial brush in hand
Stranded are an array of colors in palette
Artistic strokes are not my type
As the secret ballot is cast to create a better picture
My vision is blinded by my own literature
If my last words of any memorable context
Were to shun the ills of a perverse society in text
I recant the opportunity of allowing it the reverberate permanently sans interference
So the reappearance of brighter allusion
Enables a newer sense of confusion
Without the help of prediction or military clocks
A fresher perspective reveals
Blended lights mixed effortlessly with the subtle shade
Simple symmetry of imagery creates an epiphany that
The gamble of whether dawn or dusk is approaching
Was yet to be paid
Its just nature at its finest
Encased in utter captivity at its shiest
If what was will forever be
Then the only way forward is