Reflection: Re-Educate

A poem from 2015.

Re-Educate

ignorance confessed,

education not to teach,

but to manipulate,

create citizens unable to think,

products of the assembly line,

available in every color,

every description,

and any design,

all programmed the very same way,

ignorant,

unable to think,

but with an Equality,

Bernie Sanders can be proud of.

Reflection: Philosophy

 Though this poem was written in 2014, it seems to have aged nicely . .It is appeared in one of my favorite journals, "NegativeSuck".

Philosophy

my brother's keep for a wage,

or maybe a tax,

tell him what to eat,

how to dress,

who to screw,

and who to blame,

or internalist,

externalist,

or extentalist,

or maybe just an idle asshole,

with time on his hands,

evolution apparent in all we do.

Reflection: Culture

 This poem was written and published in April of 2016. I must have been a prophet.

Culture

isolated,

Communicating on small screens,

bullies roam the airwaves.

searching independent minds,

to beat down,

thoughts dangerous,

if not all agree,

thugs deciding the culture,

and the way things shall be.

Reflection: Gone

 Sometimes when I reflect on my life, I realize not only is my childhood gone, but so is the life I have known. Nothing stays the same. Published in Peeking Cat Magazine July of 2015.

Gone

vacant homesteads dot the plains,

abandoned along with the dreams,

of a previous generation,

paint peeling from the house, and barn,

windmills rusty and in disrepair,

tree lines, once pristine,

now a maze of undergrowth,

full of dead and rotting trees,

dreams once bright as the sun,

now die in darkness,

but no one present to mourn the death,

or truly care.

Reflection: The Ideal

Equality is an ideal, but it is also, irrational. If everyone was equal, that would mean, everyone the same, and that would really suck . . .This poem was published 2014.

The Ideal

in a world perfect and fair,

no one would be short or tall,

not fat or thin,

skin would have no color at all,

the sexes would not exist,

there would be no rich or poor,

young or old,

we would all be the same,

in a world perfect and fair. 

Reflection: Raven Mad

 Wrote this poem in college, have always liked it., basically deals with all the clutter we have to go through in life to find some truth.

Raven Mad

the world flat, 

seems to be,

yet things aren't always easily seen,

nor even, what they sometimes seem,

the world crazy,

in a way,

yet who if any have to pay,

truths so quickly change to lies,

worlds to deceive, words to despise,

life in many ways bittersweet,

the world flat, not considered,

changed lives,

not in the least,

it only comes at night,

the raven mad beast , , , ,

Reflection: Routine

 This poem was quickly written one day, I felt overwhelmed by everyday life. Something big had happened and I had not even realized it had occurred.

Routine

days pass quickly,

events enormous in scope occur,

like most of the working stiffs,

too exhausted to notice,

or care,

life a hazy blur,

the monotony broken only by blissful sleep,

as the television drones on in the background.

Reflection: Religion Evolves

 This poem was inspired by the "gutless" hierarchy of the Roman Catholic Church, who seem to not understand the scriptures they preach. Published in 2016. During this sacred time, (Holy Week)  it may seem disgusting I post this, but in my view, this poem only describes the reality that is . . .

Religion Evolves

on page 463, according to my prayer book,

published in 1923,

the four sins which God truly hates.

willful murder,

the sin of sodomy,

oppression of the poor,

and defrauding the laborer of his wages,

America, now, happily batting, four for four,

religion no longer about about salvation from sin,

but now,

only about love,

sweaty,

smelly, 

love,

fucking is all a couple must do,

to share God's love,

no sacrifices,

or commitments needed,

just sucking and fucking orifices,

and cocks,

it's all about pure holy love,

sex in fact equals love,

and love before God,

the new hierarchy of thought,

in the world's beliefs,

killing babies,

a woman's choice,

it is her body,

her own legs she spreads,

if a fetus created,

and gets in the way,

it is time, 

forced to execute,

a willful murder,

nothing can interfere or get in the way of love,

no matter,

if too lazy, or stupid,

to fuck with protection,

and sodomy is not a sin,

for how can that be helped,

unable to fuck,

how can we live,

unable to live,

we must be allowed to fuck,

and suck to our souls' content,

otherwise God,

a mean vindictive beast,

not allowing us to live in peace,

fucking,

sucking,

and oppressing the poor,

and defrauding the laborer his wages.

as we please.

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