Tag Archive | strife

With The Ease Of Disease

The Department of Justice is a biosphere.
It functions as a system for keeping control
Of its body’s behaviors. It does a fine job
Until it’s taken over by creatures who rob
The system of integrity. Now it’s not whole
And things don’t seem as transparent as they appear.

The new Attorney General has a huge task –
To clean up what’s been dirtied over many years.
Focusing his attention on most urgent things,
Like sponsored insurrection and mass hatred, brings
Out of focus the fabric that feeds on our fears.
Would a quick, thorough cleansing be too much to ask?

Give this man time to settle and get his feet wet.
We know that he’s a player on the winning team.
Justice matters to everyone – not just ‘The Law.’
Our frail democracy is one not without flaw.

What occurs now is not the American Dream…
At least not for the many. Indeed it’s a threat.

In the midst of a civil war, a hope and prayer
Is the least one can offer to powers that be
Of the kind for evolving. “We’ll get there some day,”
Uttered nervously from me is trite, in a way.

However, it prepares me to set myself free
Of the matter completely so that I won’t share.

About Sleep

Nocturnal Flight Of The Spirit

An addiction to sleeping…? Why not a disease,,,
To be unconscious one third the time I am here
Should be called my existence? It fits like a glove.
In my dreams, like a free bird, I zoom out above
Where I can’t when I’m wide awake in constant fear
As my life quickly wastes away and no one sees.

It’s at worst therapeutic. The cycle of sleep
Has a three quarter rhythm like some poetry.
It’s the nearest escape hatch without absolute
Departure from the physical. Rather acute
Is my life situation. Where I need to be
Is far off from where I am, so my soul does weep.

Meditation and sleeping are somewhat the same.
They both bring much relief from the troubles at hand.
As each is made available, there is my chance
To remember that I am not my circumstance.
Terminal, though it seems, may it help me expand
Far beyond a solution to mitigate shame.

I rely now on guidance. I’m on cruise control.
Things I do throughout my day I don’t think about.
Mindfully automatic with each daily task
With no judgment from me, I do most humbly ask
That I live through my hell with no measure of doubt
That redemption is possible for my damned soul.

Healthy sleep is wellbeing of body and mind.
I have more energy, and my mood can remain
At a workable level. If I were ok –
Like no one on this earth – I’d have nothing to say.
I exist to express things, and it keeps me sane
And conscious of the moments when I’ve been unkind.

Life Or Death

Choice Or Sentance

It’s a matter of being – or not being here.
In one tenth of an instant all life could be gone.
Then what happens thereafter? Don’t go there so fast.
Though the grips of electrons at best only last
But a non-fatal flailing… do curse the new dawn.
Obstacles are withstanding. I can’t disappear.

Fascination I’m left with – it’s all that remains –
For the movement of particles… or anything
Well accustomed to light speed. I live for the spark
That gives honor to contrast between light and dark.
Only when it gets awful, destructive thinking
Leaves me languidly livid – the worst of all pains.

Living just for this moment, relief I do find.
Distraction from rejection is re-translation
Of the latter to loveliness, but at a cost
To the hurtful part of me who is rather lost
In this world become nasty beyond all reason.
Can creatures like electrons be known to be kind?

 If ever the thereafter consumes my yearning
For the pain to be over, the present is one
That cannot be mistaken for past rotten deeds
Perpetrated in darkness for my selfish needs.
That I get to remain here, true justice is done.
On no thin thread of mercy I’m willing to cling.