Farewell

 Farewell

Ad meliora
It means: Toward better things.
May they come swiftly!

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Mad World

 Mad World 

The world is mad…
              Mental, and broken.

I rail against it…
              but it pushes back.

Its madness weighs upon me
              Like concrete shoes
              on a Jersey riverbank
                             at midnight.

What passion fools have!
What convictions they have!
Yet their betters remain silent,
              Offering small words in rebuke,
                       or videos of condemnation as tokens
              Not realizing more commitment is required
                                  to preserve us from the madness.

Swirling, swirling, ever swirling!
              Like a black mist so few can see,
                              swirling around the masses
              and individuals in tandem
                            like a schizophrenic tornado cell!

Swirling and swirling until like a tidal wave
              it rushes upon the mind,
                            Breaking it…  
                                           Taking it…
                                                          and there can be no mistaking it:
                             even the soul becomes clouded and muddied
                                           with a madness that ever grows…

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A Question

 A Question

What Chaos rages
in the heart of a father
trying to provide?

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If I were a Rich Man

If I were a Rich Man

If I were a rich man,
like the kind you see on TV,
I wouldn’t be contented
to let the world just be.
Playing with stocks and bonds
like a child playing with Legos,
Making nothing important,
just watching highs and lows?
Not at all, my brothers,
why have such wealth if not to act?
Why have safety just to see,
our innocents attacked?
And how dare those bastards,
who see and then turn a blind eye,
to foreign atrocities
under our native sky?

If I were a rich man,
You could be sure that I would act
with men and munitions
sent promptly to enact
a Reclamation war,
to cast out our traitors and foes,
and to protect our young ones
from all the savage blows
that they have long suffered
under those who call themselves men
yet hide behind guard and wall
and do not experience
the horrors faced by all
due to the limp wristed
laws they have forced on their own folk
where natives are second class,
under a foreign yolk.

If I were a rich man,
Ships would land on the British shore
and an army of cousins
would march out to make war.
Those who hide in shadows,
would find themselves bathed in the light
of their own people’s torches
who have turned out to fight
now what they have a chance
to protect their daughters and wives
from the foreign molesters
who would ruin their lives.
How proudly they would stand,
to return law to the lawless,
those noble sons of Glyndŵr,
of St. George and Wallace!

If I were a rich man,
my money would flow to good men
to fund their liberation,
that they be free again.   
And should the crown object,
I would ask why they should speak now?
When silence has been their rule
in spite of ancient vow
to protect their people,
from foreign conquest and such rot?
No! Cast them down! Call: “Arthur!”
“Return for Camelot!”

If I were a rich man…
If only I were a rich man…

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Relief

Relief 

A cool Breeze blowing,
Leaves fade into new colors,
fall is coming soon...

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The Lie

 The Lie

Her small smile tries
to hide the pain,
and yet her eyes,
they betray her…
for there to see
for those who seek
a misery
buried deep down.

What man can break
through many walls
and as prize take
her broken heart?

One of virtue,
and honor true
to see it through
to mend her love.

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