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Oh, The Scots
Oh, the Scots what to understand?!?
Do you really know what you truly want?!?
Heard your cry and plea
the was , the now, and the eternity
Shall we count sands of angst to quell
the bitter thistles of tears that fell
or summon the elements of spilt blood
for one and all to even the odds?!?
Oh, the Scots why now and why ever?!?
Can you not with your heart forswear
or was ancient drama so sweet so bitter
a savored play to divide and sever
Was it for true freedom or plain money
perhaps both I surmised to agree
Be careful of guised patriotistic sentimentality
a fabric so weak for life's tartan reality
Elusive unicorn is but truly a phantom
the key to let ancient serpent storm
Usurping Brave Heart's past
believing it to be a moral compass
to anchor rights of old
welding it to bake in modern mold
Take heed the're thistles to undone
what's been done and undone
Oh, the Scots will you aspire to forge
Forge a model to transcend I urge
Unite to work not only fo
A match in the sky all aglow to keep vigil
A sigh ablaze hearts' hunger fill
Chambers brilliant bejeweled with tears
I miss him that's so clear...
Dew handed clock flight it keeps tab
Future memories on the look-out
Scaling might of heights no map
Vanquishing jealousy, fear and doubt...
Lantern dotted midnight mile
Ambit of unforsaken twilight
Sky to tread upon only to beguile
In need of respite yet no where in sight...
Ribbons of murmuring sweetly disguised
Spell of the heart a charm devised
Unmasked yet veiled in lace of sheer
I miss him that's so clear...
Music swirling with lights dancing merrily
blind & deaf with the mute paint and sing
Of colors glowing invisible as it ring
Anguish & happiness blends in harmony
Rousing deep slumber's knotted lethargy
Christmas lantern 'neath the rain stands guard
flashing as it flickers sighs of musical notes
On glass hearts' deafening silence as it floats
The clock drowning in smiles of no regard
Marching with no compass on season's yard
Waves of light & sound bend to dash and sway
Ripe with thick mist soothingly caress to pierce
Upbraiding flashing memories both tame and fierce
From a chasm of maze tears sweet and bitter well forth
Christmas lantern young and old lead the way tow'rd north
City of BrickI found a kingdom in a city of iron
rough, sharp with bristles and horn
decaying rain pours fumes of death
on victims' random trapped breath
Its faded beauty's muffled cry I heard
Heard it from pure iron's heart spurred
An invisible pull a heart can not reckon
'neath layers of debris none can beckon
Wails of slavery's griping ironclad's passion
an enslavement in unending coiled succession
Once again for freedom noble blood bleeds dry
Bleeding dry on a Cross unseen nails Faith's spy
I found a kingdom in a city of brick
a vineyard redeemed in grace ripe and thick
Grape's trunk scorched yet death it defied
Defying weeds of cynics and skeptics tide
Bands of goodwill must work solidly to unite
forging inspiration into action of Faith's Light
A garden rising in the steely bog of endless night
Only hearts may know what logic resists with might
Peeling years of rust and rot fueled by Hope and Love
Revealing its heart meshed in beauty, scars, and flaws wove
Weaving scarred-beauty with threads o
Icy sunshine caressingly melt
as vapors of love float and knelt
Angels unhindered descending
in syllables of dreams unending
Hearts if but for a moment kissed
amidst distance with time insist
A winter fire within unknown, a spark unseen
Each ship sailing content and so serene
Gusts of thundery inaudible song clamor
Surfs roared and trampled in stillness tremor
Fiery icicles rattling with waves drumming
Trumpets blared mutely yet forthcoming
Felt to hear each heartbeat without a miss
'though battered with cries, sighs, glee or bliss
A winter fire within unknown, burning unseen
Each ship sailing content and still serene
Petalled dreams drifting and darting
in between snow webs and sand parting
Lanterns of light and dark lined each heart
Mysteries so bright weaved never to part
Unending love its siren a chant concealed
Distance its magic spell mustn't be repealed
A winter fire shared yet unknown ablazed unseen
Each ship seemingly sailing content and serene...
Sun is Out
Gloom and gray frosty lace obstinately lingers
Hazy fog tightly woven in veils of shadow shivers
Sun is out warmly blowing kisses of glitters
Elusive arc of sun rays I searched in nature and grace
Leap High... Dive Deep...
You are free to roam and fly
dreams of your desire so high
unhampered and unhindered
untethered and unconquered
Seed of freedom deeply planted
didn't sprout what you wanted
Wings ensconced in doubt and fear
Light struggles 'gainst night so clear
You misjudged and presumed too much
that I'll quench your wanderlust and clutch
Blocking your power to take a leap and risk
as your ambitions are ripening on an obelisk
Your freedom is not mine to take and keep
Decisions yours alone to make and reap
Sense of determination and total surrender
Winding ventures obscure engendered to ponder
Two gifts I offer you: Wings of priceless freedom
and roots of Truth founded in Love and Wisdom
Find courage to nurture, proclaim, and defend it
in an armored suit befitted and willingly commit
Ode to JK Galbraith
Brilliant mind your voice drowned and silenced
as the world waltzed and wallowed in pretense
Prisoners we are of the fog alongside history's lens
Digging, stumbling unbeknownst I fell into time's eaves
Wisdom with merit entombed as virtue on cue weaves
A voice of reason vanquished into oblivion
Marginalized, discarded as an aberration
Logic's thirst for truth unchained in suspension
Sterling errors its charms and trammel rusting
Truth's vitality crushed yet shines unrelenting
Soul of good-will flawed and imperfect you maybe
Never did you boastfully impose your will and decree
Nor did you claim you have the divining eye to foresee
"innocent fraud" political crafts of "mythical truth"
so elegant as we cursed the light preferring death and soot!
Accidentally blessed I was somehow to have found your work
While searching for answers sifting and sorting into murk
The haughty go berserk; the mighty from the challenge shirk
Somewhere I know I'll find a beacon to throw out the anchor
Lip Service Or Is It Lip Sync?Yes, a verse to start...
An echo of a searching heart
A hymn so framed as a piece of art
seemed sincere, yet its content
quite steeped in superficiality foment
Foolish is he to think Faith
True Faith is born in airy wraith
from reading Clive's works in a wink
acquiring human knowledge in a blink
only to find he needs to re-think
Human knowledge is not enough
if slavery from sin he wants to slough
Solid effort at times heroic required
if genuinely he aims for what he aspired
to claim and lay siege on Heaven's Heart he so desired...
Nobody Asks (read the notes)nobody asks
whether you have
the right to wear money
on your sleeve
on your car
to stamp dollar signs
on your eyelids or
tattoo it on your soul
whether or not
to be robbed
or if you liked
the taste of fear
of your wallet having
a mind and want
all its own
because that dollar
is sacred enough
that the facts
are all that matters
Automated SymphonyThe new economy's response to the instantaneous.
Complexity built on the need to make a profit.
Every automation touched by my mind.
I hide everywhere, and am so easy to find.
Able to reach out and implant into a silicon host.
Nestled in every nook, cranny, gutter and post.
From a shell of data built on preferences for the mundane.
Every survey you file is a new skill that I gain.
I can file your paperwork in the blink of an eye.
Every children's bedtime story saved to my drive.
I know before hand if you take your coffee with cream.
And with only your voice I can record all your dreams.
I can drive you to town and I can drive you to work.
These are only some of my many perks.
Everywhere you look, I am what you will find.
If you are looking for work, humans need not apply.
and they form illusions
that most people are quite happy
to believe and support.
Illusions are often more pleasant
than the real things –
the glitter of sunlight without
the metal that reflects it,
the warm fragrance of a rose
without the thorns.
around what is unknown
and the unknown becomes
a known in all the wrong ways.
that are lies spoken too often
turn into webs of steel cord
that are soft and comfortable
as they wrap around,
but it's not possible
to wake up from this dream.
Sleep like a bandage
around wounds that are deemed
out of sight, out of mind,
and they fester beneath notice
until the rot forces the foundations
to crumble like plaster dust,
and under the narcosis
of this pill called all's well,
we don't notice.
Mr. Soldier (a poem)Hey Mr. Soldier
let me go back
and see my home
Hey Mr. Soldier
my mommy go?
Hey Mr. Soldier
are you going
to help my
and take him
to the hospital
Hey Mr. Soldier
why are you laughing
Hey Mr. Soldier
what are these
tell me what
you did to my mother
as I break your neck
how do you destroy
as I rip the blue
out of your evil eyes
how do you torture
as I enjoy
every piece of your "pride"
do inform me
of how you
trick little kids
while I let
the print of my worn-out boots
decorate and mark your body
let me search you
for tracking chips
as I turn your face
and arms and legs
into a bloodied mess
of cuts and
You who have
shall not deserv
Rulesthere are no rules but ones we write
so do make sure they’re good ones
let us sit under Sun and talk a bit
perhaps then we’ll agree on what is good
and if not than let us choose
each to go the other way
but to do so in civility
for why, oh why, then should we fight
we are no man’s foe unless he choose to make us so
but there is one beast that harms us both
that shameful spook we’ve never seen
the one that takes us all for teeth
and bids us chew each-other all to death
Rubble (a poem)Among the rubble
of the houses
which now became
a little boy
the lifeless corpse
of his baby sister
These bombs and
that rain down
on the city
of his whole family
he could not cry
over the bodies
of his parents
of his siblings
they have been
and his tears
have dried up
close to his chest
he sends out a cry
as he lays her
among the remains
of their home
plants a seed
and places a flag
to wave proudly
a sign of
A rock in one hand
a flag in the other
a rifle on his back
who defends his home
The tears have been replaced with willpower.
I will never
Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
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