If we can’t tell stories
about our past
—the future stays untold
If judged by standards
out of time
—the fault beyond control
Our history always
both good and bad
—correction on the rise
What happened, happened,
as time rolls on
—and yesterday reminds
(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)
Live Fire
The voice of my enemy,
the loudest of truths
With death as the arbiter
—to win or to lose
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Et Tu Democracy
Stimulus check…
blood diamond
from a failed November,
Payment
to a dark tomorrow,
Bribery
—for a future stole
(Dreamsleep November, 2020)
Beneath The Cover
Judging you by what you wear
or by the car you drive
the words forever hollow
whose bees have left the hive
Taking stock while looking back
through scarlet colored glass
the vision false, the judgment worse
its memory to outlast
Forming all opinion
by what is wrapped or clad
deception in the present sense
the view less good than bad
Stepping back while looking in
my eyes take off their shield
to see much deeper than before
—my prejudice to yield
(The New Room: March, 2021)
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Hi Kurt, re Et Tu Democracy: So well written (as usual). Is this just a poem, or how you feel, or a tongue in cheek message to the democrats?
Thanks Fred, I only write about what I think and feel.
Kurt
'Taking stock while looking back
through scarlet colored glass
the vision false, the judgment worse
its memory to outlast
Forming all opinion
by what is wrapped or clad
deception in the present sense
the view less good than bad
Stepping back while looking in
my eyes take off their shield
to see much deeper than before
—my prejudice to yield'..
insightful lines of surgical commentary, inked so depressingly 'matter of fact'..
kinda crazy, modernity's addiction to blind-progression
'in the minute we take
to reflect and collect
our thought's:
they've gone and moved their goalpost's, offside
yet again...'
Thanks for the commentary LB.
Kurt
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