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Counter Oath

Jun12

Propensity For Disruption

Just how much do you hate me? The evidence shows
That you most vehemently detest persons who
Are not white. Goodness! That surely does include me.
Should I contemplate the reason this has to be?
Suicides of police officers is a clue
That you hate me grotesquely. Why? God only knows.

Members of the fine boys’ clubs – the proud and oath kept –
Are like trailer park weeds clustered throughout this land.
Mow them down and they rise again with a vengeance.
Since childhood I have been trying to make some sense
Of the blustering hatred. I don’t understand
How it is such an attribute of the inept.

Don’t tell me what your oath is lest I defecate
On your words as you speak them. They are in theory
A portrait of the recent past. What can I do?
There is no form of justice that can defy you.
I am needlessly cautious. That’s no way to be.
What I could do is learn how to infuriate.

Freedom to hate is granted. It’s part of free will.
Nothing I feel or say can make a difference.
The heart that wants to be rotten down to the core
Needs someone besides itself that it can hate more
Which means that I must be conscious of self-defense.
Dangerous is the one who is anxious to kill.

A Blue Jay’s Visit

Jul3

Mischievous Messenger

There can be no disturbance like that of a bird
Who’s become a winged messenger of the divine.
Like the clear sky is blue with some whiteness of cloud,
The blue jay’s colors match it. That’s why it is proud.
For your visit I’ve waited. You are a sure sign
That the words that I need to hear soon will be heard.

Petrified am I often of sudden noises
Loud and shrill, they’re a nuisance. I can’t get much done
When the country is high on bombs bursting in air.
I was there once, but this time it wouldn’t be fair
To the brave who have fallen. I celebrate none
Of the grossly ironic that life proposes.

But that damned cackling blue jay is at my front door
Making such a commotion. At first I’m annoyed
At it’s utter audacity at audio.
My first thought is that this frigging creature must go.
But then it occurs to me it must be employed
By the angels in heaven where I’ve been before.

I am told that in boldness I must carry on
And defend my position vociferously.
Time for shyness is over. I haven’t grown meek.
I am guided by spirit by now. All I seek
Is the means to remain open and completely
In the hands of divinity as is the dawn.