Greetings

 A honk from the roof
Two geese staring down at me
hoping for some bread

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Inheritance

 Inheritance 

Sometimes I lose hope in other people.
Listening to all the lies and deceit…
It is hard to believe in their futures
when they trample your hope beneath their feet.
Yet, I try so hard to cling to that hope
and that they are trying to get better,
that he will stop drinking and sober up
or she will stop meth, if we just let her
have another chance, she’ll do it this time!
In the end, I am not disappointed
so much as I am pulled into sorrow
for my hope means nothing next to their kids
being cheated of their own tomorrow,
being cheated of happy memories,
being cheated of family traditions
being cheated out of much more than these
for the list is infinite in the end
of what these parents so willingly steal
for fleeting moments of Euphoria,
chasing feelings that can never be real…
and for what these parents pay for their high
it doesn’t reach the cost their children pay
but it doesn’t help to point this fact out
they refuse to listen to what you say…
In the end, all of the hope I lose
in the neglectful immature parents
I place it instead with their poor children
with all the troubles they will inherit…

I hope that they rise above their parents’ ills,
that the curse of the insatiable thirst,
misses them, and they instead shun the ways
in which their parents have become immersed.
I try to pray for it in confidence,
knowing what the poor alternatives are.
I do what I can to reach through their fog,
but too often they have drifted too far…

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A case of the Mondays?

 

A bit short of breath,
jitteriness and fatigue...
what is going on?

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False start

I thought I woke up

And finished a great workout, 

Then my alarm rang. 

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Synchronicity

Ah, How curious,

Not too long after posting

I see: a Red Queen. 

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BloodRavens

Knowledge is Power. Guard it well from Prying eyes Lest it be misused.

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Friday Morning

Boom!
Thunder
wakes me up.
I rub my eyes
and look at the clock.
Six Fifteen? I jump up!
Goddamn it! I overslept!
I hurry to wake up the kids
And say sorry as they too jump up.
“Who’s in the bathroom?” “Hurry, I need in!”
“Dad, what’s for Breakfast?” “Have you seen my socks?”
 “Mom! Where is the new tube of toothpaste?”
Upstairs. Downstairs. Everyone runs.
Everyone except for one…
he lay oblivious
to all the chaos
Still fast asleep
while we run
around
late….

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Ellis

 

Patiently waiting,
a conduit of Power
for those who seek her.

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Katy Perry

 Imagine this gift!
Of being among the stars,
Yet focus on self...

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Zeal

Zealotry's reward

More often than not is just

Being a zealot

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Embers

 

Often, I feel like a small broken man,
Crawling on my belly through dirt and mud
in a world that would have me crawl lower
to satisfy some perverse sense of joy
that I should even dare to try to do
more than survive without permission.

As a young boy, a fire raged within
for the dreams and triumphs I was to have.
But that fire dimmed the older I grew
with the world pushing me down with its heel-
Now, my youth has fled from me like a dream
of which I remember small glimpses
and I can’t help but wonder what happened,
where did I go off the envisioned path
and let slip the dreams of fame and glory?

In the end, it is neither here nor there,
as it does no good to dwell on regret;
that regret of letting that fire snuff out.
As I struggle now, to provide a life-
not merely existence, but a real life-
to my Family, I can feel a ghost…
the ghost of the man that I meant to be.
Within me now a furious ember
glows bright and lashes out in its fury
to reignite that old forgotten flame
of pride and purpose that fueled the vision
of me standing firmly against the world
proudly resisting, not even to bow.
I greet it warmly, as a dear old friend,
I curse the crawling, and bring my knee up,
to push myself up, a firm thought in mind:
even if it is seen as a last stand,
then the world will still see me as standing.

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Ein Geschenk

Mein Sohn lächelt breit

Der Tag ist sonnig und klar...

O, lobt die Götter!

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A Glimpse...

 Here is a Haiku Sequence that belongs to part of a longer work that is still in progress...Enjoy!

"Tolerance, in truth,
Pushes our society
To that fabled brink

That they call collapse,
And on that horrible day,
Men will become beasts.

Better we become
Werewolves now while there is time
To control the change.

Men to our kinfolk,
And beasts to our enemies,
That we may survive. "

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Renewal

Renewal 

It don’t come as a surprise much no more,
when I find out that I have lost a friend.
Not by disease, accident, or a war,
It's Ideology that brings the end.
At first, I tried to figure out the cause:
How did I offend them to this degree,
that they no longer wish to talk to me?

I had few friends upon graduation,
but we’ve drifted apart over the time,
I accept those, though with some frustration,
and hold dear those memories from our prime…
but those who abruptly cast me aside
like a cheap shoe whose sole has given way.
I will admit that it struck at my pride
that they could drop me randomly one day
without second thought or pangs or regret,
and often without letting me know why
or how it was that I made them upset…
Just an end without even a goodbye.
Those who I must still deal with every day,
they just start giving me the cold shoulder,
icy disdain drips from all that they say,
just one day: Ice, that keeps growing colder…

I only found out through second hand at best,
that the reason these relationships end
is the fire that burns within my breast
to preserve our nation, and this offends
to such a degree they hold me in spite
and dismiss every memory we’ve shared;
nor can they suffer me within their sight,
for it sends them into fits of despair
that a "fascist red hat" should be so near,
that I dare consider this nation mine,
or hold it and my countrymen so dear…
This, my brothers, is how I crossed their line.  

It used to hurt, but I don’t feel it now.
Their ice used to stab deep into my heart,
but I have learned to no longer allow
their foul betrayals to tear me apart.
Our friendships weren’t that important to them,
so thus: they shouldn’t mean that much to me.
I shrug them off to sing my people’s hymn:
to preserve our nation and keep her free.
In the end, they did not like me for me,
with such ease now viewing me with Hatred…
I forget them now, as will history
seeking instead to preserve what is sacred.
Preserving ideals of family and folk,
embracing only those who embrace me,
and taking upon ourselves the great yoke
of re-manifesting our destiny.

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Legacy

 

Ich habe Kinder,
vier voller Lebensfreude!
Mein süßes Erbe...

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Smile

 I can't help but love

stumbling across Haiku

when least expected. 

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Home

Twenty years can cause the whole world to change.

The longer you are away, it seems,

the more drastic it is, making it strange

to drive down old but alien streets

to see homes shuddered where you used to play,

to see new businesses where old ones stood,

And wonder if you never went away,

Could you have then saved the old neighborhood?

The streets are darker than they used to be, 

and lights don't guarantee safety no more...

One old food joint changed their old recipe,

and another has boarded up its doors.

Then you see some people you used to know. 

Try as you might, you can't recall their name...

You fake it, and try not to let it show, 

though you can tell they are doing the same.

Do you look as old as they seem to be?

Are they thinking the same thing you are?

You say "Great to catch up!" and they agree

allowing you to get back to your car.

There, you wonder where the hell the years went...

You drive from a town now foreign to you,

with pangs of nostalgia that wont relent.

'You can't go back again' now rings so true. 

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Non-negotiable

I believe firmly
Healthcare is a Human Right,
and this will not change.

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Storm

The Sky has darkened
Businesses closing early-
Here comes a Doozy...

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Canada

 

Oh, Canada! Our future sister state!
Your liberation is now drawing near,
as we rescue you from your current fate,
you are still our kin, and we hold you dear.

Though your leaders have worked to drain you dry
to stuff their pockets with your hard earned cash,
funding imports while letting your folk die,
then acting victims when faced with backlash…

Oh, dear Canada, you have been betrayed,
you’ve become foreigners in your own land!
Now is the time! Vengeance cannot be stayed!
Let the flames of Revolution be fanned!

Together, we shall ascend to great heights
if you just cast off that corrupted yolk!
Re-manifest your destiny and rights,
Cast out your traitors, and join your kinfolk…

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