Hope

Hope 

Though Debt Slavers reign,
National Syndicalism 
can save our Nation. 

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Busy

 Busy

Papers stacked neatly
but high so now they teeter
threatening a spill.

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Nerves

Nerves 

It comes and it goes,
Like a tide without control 
No moon for measure 

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Keeping Watch

Keeping Watch

“Momma said it was an omen,” Jessy said softly.

“Weren’t no omen, Jessy, just some angry old owl,” Tom replied. “Or maybe a bobcat.”

They sat hunkered down by the fireplace, waiting for their mother to return from their grandfather’s cabin just up the way.

Jessy set about combing and recombing her doll’s hair, and while she was distracted, Tom walked over to the window. He peered out from behind the shabby curtain, hoping to see his momma walking up the footpath, or maybe even Papa coming back.

The only thing he saw was the pale moonlight silhouetting the trees as their boughs swayed gently in the wind, and their leaves shimmering silver with a ripple of each gust like a giant fish circling their cabin in the night.

He almost missed it. It was blending in with the branches of the swaying tree limbs, but it wasn’t moving, and that’s what drew his eye. They looked like a deer’s antlers, but the were too long, too thick, and sat too high.

In fact, they sat atop a head that was nearly double the size of the biggest buck he had ever seen, and it stood a few feet higher than a proper deer should.

He squinted at it, trying to figure out how the tree was making that shape, but the more he stared, the more it seemed to come into focus. It had a human-like shoulder, and an arm…not a leg, but an arm from that shoulder was bent to what looked like a large and very clawed hand that was holding onto the tree.

“Is it out there?”

Tom jumped back and almost tripped over his sister behind him.

“What…You… You can’t sneak up on me like that, Jessy!”

She stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Is the banshee out there?” She whispered.

Jessy tried to ease back the curtain to take her own look

“Ain’t no banshee out there,” Tom shot back pulling the curtain down and trying to nudge her back to the fire. “Weren’t out there when momma said she heard one neither.”

He tried to sound certain, but that…thing…outside made him wonder.

“Then why did momma say to keep a watch out?”

Tom shrugged. “We barred the door. She wants us to watch out for Pa coming back, or if she comes back before Pa so that they aren’t stuck out there all night.”

“Then why hasn’t momma returned?”

“Maybe ol’ buck slipped his tether again, and her and grandad are trying to get him back before she can ride back down. You know what a wanderer he can be up the hill. With all grandad’s horses, he thinks he’s in heaven.”

“Well,” Jessy said slowly. “How come Pa hasn’t come back from hunting?”

“Probably just got a late start back,” Tom said. “It happened last time I went with him. Remember, we didn’t get back till almost midnight!”

Jessy had returned to sit beside the fire. She was quiet, holding her dolly close as she stared into the fire. He thought that he had reassured her until he saw the tell-tale glimmer of a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Listen, Jessy,” he tried. “Pa says Momma still believes in the stuff she grew up with back in the old country. She heard an angry old owl and wanted to go find Grandad to search for Pa since he’s late.”

Jessy nodded, and curled up next to him on the floor, her dolly now serving as her pillow. Tom quietly got up and looked out the window again.

Nothing but darkness with small breaks of moonlight.

He double checked the wooden bar on the door. It was tight and proper.

He walked back to the fire, threw some wood on to keep it burning, and returned to his place on the floor. He kept his face towards the window and the door to keep vigil for his parents, or morning, whichever happened to come first.

 ***

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Monday's Burden

 Monday's Burden

Swerving on the road, 
even though I'm at a crawl
Snow be damned: Work calls. 

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Snow day

 Snow Day

Shovel the driveway
Pile the snow in the yard
Play until Frozen. 

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Centerpoint Energy

Centerpoint Energy

Centerpoint bastards
Keep offering us band-aids
While still stabbing us.

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Crowds

Crowds

Stores overflowing, 
and the shelves stripped almost bare
as people panic

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The message

 The Message

Reversed Ten of Wands, 
with the upright Eight of Swords...
I have work to do.

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They act like this is new...

They act like this is new...

Get your milk and bread!
A winter storm is coming!
It will kill us all!

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Anyway

 Anyway
I look horrible.
Red eyes, hair messed, fat as fuck...
yet, I hit record. 

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Bottling Memories

 Bottling memories

We gathered some dirt
From the places we have lived
Six bottles so far...

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Windows

 Windows

High protein lunches
Dinners no later than six
Dreams and Sleep improve...

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A Moment to Breathe

 A Moment to Breathe

No pressing matters 

Just a coffee and a book

In a comfy chair...

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Resolve

 Resolve

The numbers mock me.
High, low, never what I need. 
So this ends today. 

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The Fight

The Fight

Behind the Eightball
struggling to play catch up
but gaining some ground. 

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A Censure to Censors

 A Censure to Censors

They speak of banned books with their trembling pleas,
and decry censorship and oppression.
but you’ll see them in local libraries
and book stores, so it must beg the question:
What censorship could they possibly know,
when corporations rally around them,
And their every claim of mirth and woe?
And the media is quick to condemn
anyone who disagrees with their words
so under the threat of losing it all,
silence of dissent is so nearly assured,
keeping on that great work of the cabal…

But should I want to read Rivera’s words,
or buy items with his labor’s logo,
I find my efforts are quickly deterred,
blocked sites and sales, driving me loco.
Shit, no matter the rebranding or name,
or the whimsical slogan or fast quip,
still holds the same look, and smells all the same,
and the same holds true with “Soft” censorship.

For, as he fought against the Communists,
He’s cast in an unfavorable light.
So even though his poetry exists, 
far from España, means far from my sight.
So, don’t whine to me in sniveling tone,
for I won’t buy into your deception!
Your claims of censorship are overblown
when your “banned” books have their own sale section!

In the meantime, I will find where I may,
El Ausente’s prose and his poetry,
and hopefully soon, there will come a day
when our people can finally break free
From the eternal foe’s shadow control.
No longer fractured, the West standing whole,
and reclaiming the birthright our foes stole,
and as one, great and free, Cara al sol.


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The Colonial Long Game

The Colonial Long Game

First Venezuela.
Next Greenland, and then Iceland
Finally: Britain...

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Leg Day

 Leg day

Early wake up call
Lunges, curls, Squats, extensions,
and more...I love it. 

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Chilly morning

Chilly Morning

Frost covers the yard.

I sip my coffee for warmth, 

my son's bus comes late. 

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