Weary Traveler

I have walked the path set before me,

It's potholes, its loose stones, it's

scattered debris

And I passed by the unmarked trail

And their mists reaching for my heart and my soul

And my feet, stumbling for stability.

I have walked in puddles, and I have walked

In mud

Of which even the sun refuses to dry. 

A corner War Propagandist

“You don’t support Democracy?” she asked
as I declined the flyer she offered.
I tried to ignore her as I walked past.
“Or do you enjoy innocents slaughtered?”
At that point, I could not keep walking on.
Turning, I waved at her stack of flyers.
“I see that you have bought in on the con,
Propaganda spun by high paid liars,
just to keep up their antiRussian tale,
 to cover up the Democrats’ treason,
and other crimes that would make us both pale,
for all of this, and no other reason.”
As I turned away, I said one thing more,
“We can not have another brother war.”

The Land of Milk and Honey

I go to work before the dawn
I get home long after its gone
To provide for my family
In this Great Land of the Free!

I hardly get to see my wife and kids
except for facebook pics and vids
they post what they can so I can see
In this Great Land of the Free!

Each day, I bite my tongue in restraint
and make certain not to make a complaint
how dare I want more than just survive to be
In this Great Land of the Free!

With great contempt and ridicule
they will call me an entitled fool
Should I dare slightly disagree
In this Great Land of the Free

They howl when told we are corporate slaves
being worked full tilt to early graves
and their own chains they refuse to see
In this Great Land of the Free

Over priced goods with over taxed rates
but I must smile and pretend that its all great
because, after all, at least I’m blessed to be
In this Great Land of the Free.

No Step on Snek for tyrant Uncle Sam,
But for corporations, they won’t give a damn.
For the merchant’s coin, they’re shackled in glee
In this Great Land of the Free.

All life is sacred, until, of course we’re born
and then we’re held with an odd sort of scorn
and are then held in perpetual wage slavery
In this Great Land of the Free.

I no longer struggle for self alone,
and thus try to cast off title of worker drone
to be more than they want me to be
In this Great Land of the Free.

By blood or sweat, I will clear the way
to keep those slaver’s chains away
from clasping upon my family
In this Great Land of the Free.

No sacrifice will be to great
to ensure my kids’ a blessed fate
of truly living lives that are free
In this Great Land of the Free…

Where have all the Salamanders gone?

I remember a time long ago

Back in the days when I was young still,

Around the family farm I would go, 

An adventurer seeking his thrill. 

I would flip stones and wood on the ground

And there in the damp earth it would be, 

Each and every time,  so quickly found:

A salamander just waiting for me!

I remember, how cool to the touch 

and yet how tough their skin seemed to be and how they would give me quite the fuss 

as they attempted to wriggle free 

I, being young, would always worry 

that holding them tight would cause them pain 

so I was always in a hurry 

to adore and then free them again.

No longer young, rather, an old man,

I find that I am a bit confused.

I still flip things whenever I can 

but beneath, I find the earth unused.

It's to the point I can't help but ask 

each time I flip, before I move on

In my now wholey unfruitful task 

Where have all the salamanders gone?

An Epitaph

Beneath this stone that fell from the sky

Lay just another normalish guy

Hopes and dreams once filled his youthful head

Which life dashed and completely shattered

Like this stone which has stricken him dead

But long before his skull was scattered

Amongst the sand's most commonest grains

Leaving behind forgotten remains.

Columbus Day

With just a vision and convicted soul,

He and his men faced the great ocean's roll

Though things did not go quite as planned:

He sought for new routes, but found a new land!

For the stars of our destiny aligned

And the Gods gave a gift to Western Kind

One that we alone were to manifest

And thus from sea to sea, we became blessed.

For we pressed our will, and we tamed the land

So that our cities could grow fast and grand.

Now, we would not be here if not for him

So fill your glass up to the very brim,

Lift it in a toast, and then proudly say

Brethren, have a Happy Columbus Day!

Hymn to Juno Lucina

Dearest Juno Lucina, I have received great news!
That after examination all of those issues
that made my Son’s birth a risk
by your divine hand, have been whisked
away to some unknown place
and you have left, in your sweet grace,
a day to look forward to in a hopeful light,
one of joyous celebration and delight.