White Lies

White Lies

  “I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.” – Pietro Aretino I’m going to the well again. Oh well, again. It’s hard to begin to explain the strain that society has put on humanity again. When nine-year-old brown eyes slowly look up at me, capillaries exploding with dubiety and inquisition, my mind melts and freezes – a verbal stroke stumbles sleepily out of my stupid mouth. Seven-year-old green eyes quickly look up at me, and asks if everything is okay in innocence and ingenuity. Another verbal stroke followed by convulsions of the heart. It’s hard to begin to explain the strain that society has put on humanity again. Through my mental seizures I question why these eyes are viewing these reddened and blackened skies, and if I should just hug them with little white lies. White Lies. White Lies. White lies beneath all of this rubble of black, yellow, and red stones. Foundations of our society – cornerstones of humanity. White lies beneath all of this demolition. Demolishing this beautiful landscape we call life. White lies decapitating discerning discourse. What happens when we can no longer sit down and listen to the traditions of our fellow humans and learn from their experiences and learn from their pasts and learn from their presence? It’s hard to begin to explain the strain that society has put on humanity again. What happens is that we begin to notice our differences – and we become frightened. We tell White Lies. We lie. We...
Dreams

Dreams

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.” – Langston Hughes Dreams The ebbs and the flows create an undertow in your soul, pulling you farther and further out. Your chest fills with thrills, your skin chills with pills. Soft slumber never interrupted, never corrupted by the assonance and resonance of antiquation. The ebbs and flows create a rhythm in your schism pulling you further and farther in. The blades of grass cry as the shiver in the morning sun. The morning sun makes you shiver as you rise from your...
Sometimes

Sometimes

“Aging gracefully is one thing, but trying to slow it down is another.” – Courteney Cox Sometimes Sometimes I look at my dog and she still looks like the puppy I got almost eight years ago. Sometimes I look at the mirror and I wonder what happened to the eight-year-old in the reflection. Sometimes I look at my daughter and she still looks like the baby that escaped the womb eight years ago. Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wander. Sometimes I want. Sometimes I wish. Becoming unstuck in time is a dream that all dreamers wish to dream while they are dreaming. Sometimes I sleep. I sleep harder than the sleepers in the stone pastures. And then I wonder. And then I wander. And then I look at the mirror to decide where I’m unstuck or if I’m stuck. My dreams are playing mean tricks on me. Sometimes I want to know if my dreams are the dreams of dreamers sleeping in the stone...
No Substance

No Substance

“Average working people need more fresh starts. Big corporations, banks, and Donald Trump need fewer.” – Robert Reich   No Substance The brain fires and seizes as the stimulation saturates every inhibition that is inconsequential. Discussions become debilitating – rendering you a child. Solutions guaranteed to separate. No substance where substance is needed. Robbing the hood instead of embracing Robin Hood. Fully intoxicated, under the influence, out of control to connect to your peers. Treat the elite more elite. Treat the poor poorer. Don’t care about Offending the Noetics and every other American. Lie to and Denigrate everyone That can Reasonably call themselves a person. Unfairly Mocking the Physically unable In a way that Shames one of the greatest Societies is Horrifically Insensitive To any human being. We see through the bloodshot eyes, the dripping nose, the unquenchable thirst. We see through...
The Shadow

The Shadow

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman The Shadow The shadow raged over the city, creating dusk from dawn – night from day. The people fall to their knees, hands on top of their heads – chins on the ground. A chill came over their body as the dark air placed its frosty fingers on their cheeks. Cold Colder Coldest The shadow took its victims – one by one by one. The victims give in to the grip the shadow has over everything and everyone. The victims are left Cold Colder Coldest Frozen in time Frozen in life Frozen in...
Sun-Shower

Sun-Shower

“Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.” – Hosea Ballou Sun-Shower The sun smiled softly as it hugged the trees, wishing them a good night. The clouds blushed as their warm friend went to rest, preparing for the next day. They gathered together and cried and cried and cried, washing away their blush – highlighting their dark shadow. The thirsty grains of dirt raised their blades to catch each precious droplet that fell over the lids of the clouds’ eyes. Not ready to sleep for the night, the sun stared at the clouds’ tears and threw its hands in all directions, trying to play in the summer rain, one last time. The bright sun-shower invited its gay friend to come and play before the sun went to bed for the night. The sun-shower’s gay friend wore a bow and a dress of many colors. The gay friend’s face brightened and he fell to the ground in delight. The sun’s heart was filled with glee as it smiled with a sigh and a yawn. The sun finally rested – just in time to see the twinkle in the moon’s...