The Final Solution

When I see deadly violence anywhere
acted out by hooded men to hide their grief
neo-nazi common criminals
pedophile priest, shooters in a theatre
I wander a wilderness of disbelief

Hearing about it again on the web or t.v.
I commit myself to the Asylum of Ahimsa
pushing back harder on the evil in myself
anywhere it reveals a heidous head,
helping the wounded if I can.

Odd this, it generates awareness
seeing how not to be
turns a blessing on all of us
returning the freely given
I turn to what some think a normal life
but with the pluck of a griffin-headed trucker:
“Fuck these motherfuckers!”
where will another come up from underground
where’s the fire of Jordan River John
flame of Saint Jude, will it ever
pop out our brows, explode our heads?

Strangely sacred, I know
my mother’s loving fault: Where there’s help
there’s hope she always said, yes
“Bless the beasts and the children”
I forgive the perps with leaders I dread
call me fool, I know no better
that isn’t lame or bad you know
no one lives forever
grief and toil make that sure–
a catholic poet I confess, but I’m no saint
when evil clowns throw shade and linger
all I’ve got for alt-right leaders
fake preachers and presidents, is a finger.

 

Fuck You & the Trump you road in on...

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Dreaming The Old Man

Through slanting doors and broken windows
odd furniture in dim rooms

old books and roses rotting with age
I follow you,

charts and crumpled maps and paper
glitter like a lost hope–

Sudden sky and wide water
reeds along a shore

under a silver willow you call to the other side.

No limb or vine to hold my feet
my boyhood swept away

to a green recess of memory
nothing to pull me back

only rock and sand, sky and air bathed in amber light,

Peace, I am with you
looking in your old eyes, stretching out a hand

sinking in a river of night
transparent stones on the bottom of a lucid pool

I glide in bright shadows
fish swimming

in and out our one and separate selves

 

 

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About The Dangers of Transgender People….

 

Why Transgender People are Dangerous

 

Nevermind the roller coaster ride
you’re on it now you can’t get off

It’s gravity’s got
a terrible side
got nothing to do
with God at all

God doesn’t really
give a toss

if you die next week from a stupid fall

God damn gravity
that evil threat

Gonna getcha right soon
gonna getcha  yet
Not too sure
why I stand at all
If I’m gonna get killed

by a natural law

“Hells bells, tarnation”, say I to my wife
“I’m takin’ to bed for the rest of my life!”

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I’m not white, not black, not brown or yellow
not rich or old, poor or dumb
but I do see things in a different way because

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Understanding the Transgender Community

A Dangerous Threat? Who is?

What is really Wrong: Violence Against & Murder of Transgender People.

Why Do We Need Science to Approve of Anyone Being Transgender?

The Problem Some Christians Have with Transgender People

Think Transgender People Themselves are in Danger? Well, yeah!

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Fucked up so right no pain but the ratchet of the night
tightenin’ so tight so far out I can’t do the heady
philosophy-faith-politics a trinity of bullshit–

Blow me away ta nothing. will yah, yo

I ain’t ready for no lead in my ass
I ain’t buying what the right wing means
I ain’t havin’ no fist fight with tyranny

I could give a Trump’s-ass ‘bout their genes

not worried ‘bout anything they got, they got nothin’:
Nothin’ we can’t handle, we out of reach
“Down right crim and we dusted”

we gettin’ up, gettin’ set to give ‘em hell

“I won’t waste my breath, let actions speak”
Don’t come at me trippin’ in yor clown face makeup
Yor boy scout compass goes nowhere free,

You be mad elephants kickin’ a hornet’s nest

You be walkin’ into a rattlesnake fest,
got nothin’ but stingers & fangs for you
punk rock bands on lock him up day, I can promise you that…

junkyard Alt-Right dogs bark a lot

we know what they got, got nothin’ got zip–
We gettin’ down, gettin down right quick
We gettin up mighty, we gettin up slick, light of the inner eye

The Light of the Inner Eye opening see

You aint’ foolin’ nobody, least of all me
I you gotta be downright dim to dig an orangutan
In the off-white house, and you know we got ‘em too

We got a lot of ’em brand new, or did you think

Old Lefty’s got no say, so place, no piece like you?
Fuck you and yor mutherfuckin daddy too.

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Photo: “Four Crows One Tree” download  Poet, Terry Busch.

If I Spoke

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear
You would ride the sound
Back to the beginning and see who you really are.

If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river
Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water.

If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter
Would fill the universe
And ring the galaxies like a wind chime

If I spoke from the heart, you would hear my voice call
From time past, present and to come
All our wounded children– It would heal them, every last one

And the world, if ever it were, would be whole again.

Two in The Stream

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear
You would ride the sound
Back to the beginning and see who you really are.

If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river
Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water.

If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter
Would fill the universe
And ring the galaxies like a wind chime

If I spoke from the heart, you would hear my voice call
From time past, present and to come
All our wounded children– It would heal them, every last one

And the world, if ever it were, would be whole again.

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Nosegay

What Chopin wanted most
was to die
in George Sand arms,
on his deathbed
all he got
Was a nosegay of violets
She left at his door
When her daughter
turned her away–
People can be such shits.

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He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.”

How did Chopin die?

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Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin aka George Sand, Novelist.

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And yes, I’m aware that the event may be based on legend, but many believe it is true and by it’s very intensity, a legend becomes a painful little poem with a nasty but truthful conclusion.  It is justified by that truth.   “Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth.”   ~George Sand

A Truth You May Have Forgotten

There is a moment before the sound the Great Om,
Before Siva turned on one foot
Before Krishna was blue and Tara green,
Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war
The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell
Before the holy breath blew into Man
Before Adam’s dream of Eve
Before Cain lost his mind and the daughters of Cain
And the flood, before an angel spoke to Hagar
And Moses saw a home of honey, fire and blood

Before David hurled a stone
Before Isaiah spoke a word
Before Buddha under the Bodhi-tree

The slaughter of the innocent
The cry of the desert in a voice crying in the desert
Before the sorrow of Mary
Before a nail cut the hand of the Anointed
Before the wonder of Magdalene at the tomb
Before tongues of fire
Before the first stone struck Stephen
Before stigmata in Assisi
Before Allah save infant girls
In a message of mercy from Mohammed
Before Gandhi felt the heat of a gun
And the death of Martin gave an undying dream

There is a moment
Without motion
Before the memory of time

Offered like sunlight filtered through trees falls at your feet
It is like sound
Or light surrounding the body
A lilting melody of light
Before evil or good were ideas, that when you hear
Clears the past of pain
Reconciles history to love
And the One you felt did not exist
Is with you saying
“I have always loved you and always will.”
It is the still point at the center,
That moment you truly are, that moment is now

 

Duck