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Our Poor Democracy

Our poor democracy, so broken and bent
Its hopes and dreams, so long since spent
What once was free, now so corrupt
The people's voice, should now erupt

The privileged few, still standing tall
While the rest of us, feel so small
The future of our nation, so far away
Our children, their dreams, so far astray

Our leaders, so out of touch
Their words, a lie, so often clutch
The people, so desperate and in need
Their cries, no one hears, their hearts bleed

Holding Cell

Dreams shattered, scattered
Shards of broken glass
Stained in the blood
From ghosts of lifetimes past

This place is not a home
But a holding cell
Invisible bars upon the window sills
The warden's special hell

Cut the noose from around my neck
Break the chains that bind
Let the darkness engulf me
Nothing left to find

Take the life out from me
Steal my final breath
Your name fresh on my lips
The sweet relief of death

LOVE AND LUST

You look so enchanting;
I have a desperate longing
to take your face in my hands,
to gently caress you,
to drown deep in your dark eyes.

What secrets are hidden there my darling?
What desires?
Your body fills me with a passion I have never known,
an all consuming fire
that burns from the inside.

Come my love, my wanton whore
quench the unquenchable;
drain my body, my soul,
do as you wish,
command me;
I obey.

Mathmagical

Walking to
Proxima Centauri

would take
nine hundred fifty

million years.
I cannot see it

with my naked eye,
yet,

with infinite marvel
I believe it to be there.

Curiosity is the first step.

A Host of Sandhill Cranes

Two hundred Sandhill
Cranes flew by
to decorate the
southbound sky,
to soar,
to flee,
to freely fly
off to a warmer mire.

And as I watched
the sedge move on
from roosts of colts
now so forgone
from nest
to sky,
to freely fly,
my own heart carried higher.

I wondered where
they'd find their stay
through winter's plight
so cold and gray,
to rest,
to stretch,
to freely fly
as nature would aspire.

Deep Cut Christmas

Tis the season of reflection
To look inward at one's self
Facing holiday demons
Deep cuts hidden behind the elf

Holiday movies run rampant
Tears of sorrow grace my cheek
Realizing what's missing
How I must appear so weak

A home that feels warm
Where celebration isn't a crime
Candles glow from window sills
And giving doesn't have you doing time

Success, I Guess...

Success, I guess
is more, not less
Accomplishments I sing
you pass the test
It's a human kind of thing

A plan that works ensures
The man that works endures
No one else here can compete
But, no one else here, knows for sure
I've been so very discrete

Yes, I know success
Miss Liberty is underdressed
She is blinded by the light
I've looked, I must confess
It's a really terrible sight

The Great Blue Eye...

The great blue eye changes color
shifting through each story
Scenes of memes and commercials
T.V. in all its glory

Make your day go fast
with help for your digestion
Watch the former President
be arrested for insurrection

T.V. hosts on game shows
giving cars and money
Contests of smarts and charisma
served by half-dressed honeys

Daytime soaps and dramas
Dr.s , crooks and heroes
Contests with sliding scales
sliding down to zeros

H.A.P.P.Y.

How your voice became everything I needed to hear
An accidental meeting formed an unlikely pair
Pleasure was but a fantasy until I became lost in your arms
Placing your soul safely within my heart
You changed me, without knowing, from the start

Meeting A Caveman

One dark and frightful night
Plundering through the woods
Just as fast as I could
Looking for a glimpse of daylight

When suddenly I felt a tug
Followed by a strange sound
My feet came off the ground
As my captor let out a gutteral UGH

Dragging me through the brush
Callous hand around my hair
He moved without a care
Only my screams forced him to rush

Dropping me next to the fire
A glimpse of a man within the flame
The lack of conversation was such a shame
Under his gentle gaze, I began to tire

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