9/8/12
9/7/12
9/6/12
9/5/12
This Is Us
Only you and I overcoming odds...
We ride together
You and I,
Some times in silence
Most times talkative
At times squabbling.
This is us
With family and friends,
Long lost to bad choices and death
Economic crisis and self destruction
Drugs and alcohol,
Separating them from our lives.
We still travel
You and I who survive,
Overcoming all odds in a society
That bet against us,
Yet look what happened...
The very things social order intended
To use for our annihilation,
We turned to our advantage.
Used the scourge to strengthen our will,
Overcoming adversity to rise above it all.
We ride together
You and I,
Some times in silence
Most times talkative
At times squabbling.
This is us
With family and friends,
Long lost to bad choices and death
Economic crisis and self destruction
Drugs and alcohol,
Separating them from our lives.
We still travel
You and I who survive,
Overcoming all odds in a society
That bet against us,
Yet look what happened...
The very things social order intended
To use for our annihilation,
We turned to our advantage.
Used the scourge to strengthen our will,
Overcoming adversity to rise above it all.
9/4/12
9/3/12
9/2/12
The Rains Came
Pouring in unscripted and unpublished...
The rains came,
fast and furious,
hitting hard on my soul.
Flattened by events,
unawares, unexpected, unprepared...
The drops drilled down
boring stony and drunken,
clobbering surface of my psyche.
Flatlanded unwitting from behind,
awakening, changing, deepening...
Cloudburst flooded across,
washing rapid and hypersonic,
forging a drain to my essence.
In no time flat infilled a reservoir,
postponed, stockpiled, forthcoming...
The rains came,
fast and furious,
hitting hard on my soul.
Flattened by events,
unawares, unexpected, unprepared...
The drops drilled down
boring stony and drunken,
clobbering surface of my psyche.
Flatlanded unwitting from behind,
awakening, changing, deepening...
Cloudburst flooded across,
washing rapid and hypersonic,
forging a drain to my essence.
In no time flat infilled a reservoir,
postponed, stockpiled, forthcoming...
8/31/12
Legacy Of Santayana
Oft repeated aphorism a reality not a cliche...
Bookshelf lined with leafs of tomes
recounting history, an interpretation.
Geography of the past.
Guideposts of what occurred
foretelling future, prediction of destiny.
Roadmaps for the present.
When read with eyes wide open and aware,
mindful there are no new stories, simply
directional variations on ancient themes.
Blueprints for the here and now.
Bookshelf lined with leafs of tomes
recounting history, an interpretation.
Geography of the past.
Guideposts of what occurred
foretelling future, prediction of destiny.
Roadmaps for the present.
When read with eyes wide open and aware,
mindful there are no new stories, simply
directional variations on ancient themes.
Blueprints for the here and now.
8/30/12
8/29/12
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