Glory

Out of sleep, out of darkness, into a room half lit wherein I dream, more light beckons, more truth calls beyond a door I must now open. Blinded not at all, but made to see by radiance generously given, I speak aloud the word I have no will to keep. Glory unto me from thee, repeated until we unite in glory. ♥

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Red Head

There she sits, the wayward recessive one, burning the combustibles at both ends, her flaming red hair atop the cigarette she smokes on break, blowing away the risk of emphysema or worse, taking all the chances she can take in ten minutes before or after lunch. What the hell? Who’s going to stop her? More importantly, who’s going to offer her a light? ♥

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Half Full

If I could not sleep because I worry all I have not done remains undone and all I might is mightier than I, then getting out of bed becomes a challenge and I admittedly half heartedly try, one foot before the other inevitably leads outside to fetch the paper, other people’s pulp and fortune delivered to my door when lo, the moon half circle in the sky accompanied by some goofy bird’s sarcastic cry, Howdy do Who are you Nice try. I realize I’ve been a fool again and gratefully not locked out half dressed go back inside. ♥

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Stuck Up

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Did you want that next breath I took? Here, let me put it back so you can have it. Not that you depend on me for anything or ever will or ever want to, but it’s the least I can do and as for me not seeing you, I apologize for that as well, for who could ever overlook someone like you for any reason whatsoever, not that anyone could ever be someone like you for any reason whatsoever and I apologize for repeating my apology and taking so much of your valuable time, but I’m so sorry I got in your way or made you go to any trouble to ignore me, not that you go to any trouble for any reason whatsoever to ignore anyone, you do it so beautifully.” ♥

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Salvation

There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. Men boast of weapons and gods in which they believe, all weapons of one sort or another against the enemies they perceive, but all of them are useless. There are buds upon the trees and I am alive to see them. ♥

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Lesson Plan

“Good Morning, Class. Today we’re going to study a variety of subjects.   I want you to open your Text books and turn to Page One. We’ll begin with Social Studies, then continue with Language Skills, Mathematics and Science.   There’ll be time for Recreation, but today we’ll learn about the Great Men and Women who changed the Course of History and gave us the Ideas and Ideals that propel us as a Free People into the Future.   You may have ideas of your own Here today which will determine not only the course of your own life, but your contribution to the Destiny and Progress of Humankind. Are there any questions?”   “Yes, teacher. Why are you wearing a gun?”   “Because nothing I have said here today makes the slightest difference whatsoever and the only lesson you really need to learn in this or any other class […]

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Radio Flyer

What has happened here? I see two men assembling a child’s red wagon on the floor of an office building. The wagon will be used for advertising purposes. The office is for insurance purchases. You pay money now to keep from paying more money later, but you hope never to pay any money. It’s a form of corruption or tax. The law demands you buy insurance.   Yet I knew a girl who once pulled a wagon full of cucumbers through the same neighborhood, selling them for a nickel, three for a dime and said goodbye to her mother who said to her, “Be careful and be sure to be home for dinner.”   So the child pulled the wagon alone through the neighborhood and sold her cucumbers door to door. She always came home to dinner on time.   What has happened here? The child is no longer safe […]

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Circus Days

I want to run away and join the circus. In this the teenage of my growing older I want those who expect to wake up and find me sleeping in the same bed to find me gone. The note will read, “Gone for a Clown,” or “Gone for a Lion Tamer,” but “Gone for Good” to Join the Circus. I’ve seen enough outside the Big Top. It’s not so great. Here the risks are glamorous and entertaining. Three rings are all I need of wonder and miracles abound. Just listen to the Ringmaster, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I direct your attention high above the arena floor and request complete silence, please, for the first time here or anywhere in the world, this death defying life.” ♥

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Valentine’s Day

Yesterday a child with a gun, a troubled child with a gun in a society which allows troubled children with guns to enter a school and begin to kill, killed and killed and killed and killed and wounded and maimed and terrified and ran away because he’d had enough killing for a time and when they caught him he allowed himself to be captured because he wants the attention killing brings and the fame and the assurance he will be cared for the rest of his life for killing.   This is our Valentine’s Day, America. This is the red and bloody day we love because we just can’t help ourselves. It comes in the shape of a heart that has stopped beating, a heart bloody and red and open for the Love of God never to beat again. It is our passion and when the killing stops for a […]

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Dreamscape

What is this place so quiet and serene, this lovely out of doors within myself, where no one interrupts and all is delicate as a film of iridescent color? You are there, not far, but near and were I to awake as now you are my very soul. ♥

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