Hate, hate, hate
We hate, denigrate, as we
choose
Blacks, Browns, Jews
and all of youse who
ain’t fools that waste our
lives
on hate.
Journey inward
to see what
stories appear
Attend to voiceless
whispers,
haunting calls to play, to
drift away, become
a conduit for musics,
magicks, passions
sonorously surging
within.
Never a promise.
Lies, fantasy
no genealogy, identity
to cleave, to hide among,
to belong
Stories I must drag
bleeding
sacrifice to experience
angst of mutating age,
archetypal choice.
Dependent on destiny of
pain’s transcendence,
stories,
fantasies I create
desperate for a world
where I am allowed to
matter.
Thank you, dear friend,
for being
as this new found year
aspires
Goddess queens
exquisite scenes
let’s play!
It’s not the tribes, but elite rulers
who
obstruct tribes from having equal
voice
that thwarts democracy.
Democracy is not a homogeneous
group
agreeing, but diverse tribes
negotiating
for common rule that works well
enough
for everyone.
The tribes are breaking down
--
that, not “tribalism” is the social
destructor.
People become insecure, frightened
outsiders,
cling beyond all reason or sane
self-interest
to the remnants, the faux tribes, the
demagoguery
to conjure that strong story of
belonging.
Just a hunk of stone
No control over where I
stand,
where I go
Falling from place
until I land
to remain or be taken
by chance or agency
not my own
Pilgrim’s progress
White Anglo Ethos
Petulant brats demand
obeisance
to our code of conquest, of
dominance,
of hard-assed outcast of
deviance
Rule over Earth and her
issue
break them to work for our
wishes.
Honor, respect,these are authorities’
own
the war lords we place on our thrones to
command.
Progress is forward motion on opening
roads.
Marching, no conscience nor care for
what may explode.
Let our Great Destroyer sort
it.
Why would a woman risk
death or other bodily
terrors,
social exposure to all the slings and
arrows
of frenzied hate,
to end her unborn’s fate?
She is protecting her child, like a good
mother does,
despite her own suffering,
protecting her innocent from this horrid
world,
from people like you.
Do not ignite your enemies
Ensnare them in better
fantasies
Under
Caught, barbed, mired
in private dramas, traumas.
Sunk, gasping, up just enough to
see
nothing to cling to,
grasping at phantoms, wisps of
mirage.
How proceed? No landmark empirically
real,
how find relief, belief that’s meaning
applies?
How define “wise” as solution to
needs;
everyone bleeds, but who decides
why,
or how?
No time for such now --
too much to do
to try to break through,
to breathe.
Whatever they say, so far
away
from my plight
I assume must be right --
I know nothing of these grand
debates
that may be sway to my fate
writ large on the wind.
No my decision nor place.
Far from luxury life at Center
Stage
my only power: hoping to breathe
again
with every wave.
12/18/16-3/3/17
