There is a persistent embrace,
a longing and a kissing,
a childlike giggling,
a free and predictable smile.
Life foresees every dawning,
foretastes every light ray,
foretells every essence,
forecasts every ambience.
Life proclaims every mountain top,
every sultry, tangled jungle,
every scorched and waterless desert,
every fathomless ocean floor.
Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,
virtual animated realities,
virtual luminous mysteries,
virtual unconscious answers.
When we are manhandled,
our humanity maligned,
our freedoms denied,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
When we flee the crackdown,
the masked, menacing Gestapo,
our imprisonment in foreign Gulags,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
For there is always a daybreak,
ever another awakening,
ever a perennial blossoming,
a season of conception.
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
Categories:
gulags, anxiety, bullying, fear, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Will Putin listen?
Siberia gulags glisten
Hysteria seeds myopia
Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia
Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia
Impassioned stock shock rationed
Shepherd & flock fashioned
Russian roulette yet again
Ukraine disdain cam-pain
Vladimir fears
Scurrilous sneers
Mutinous jeers
Career nadirs
Dissident disappears
Old school kidology
Muscovite cruel mythology
Satellite strewn astrology
Fossil fuel fool geology
Ideology without apology
Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology
Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology
Categories:
gulags, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
The Age of Terror
It’s a new reign of terror
With demon hit squads roaming the earth
To lurk on roof tops, hedges
And parking lots for their attack
While cowardly anonymous callers SWAT
The unsuspecting next in line.
All the time the voice boxes
With their silent protest paddles
And bullhorns call for mayhem and murder,
Blood in the streets
And resistance in the name of democracy,
All for their deranged minions to do.
As they do nothing but double down
On their insider trading
Planning on the day
When they’ll be back in the seat of power
Back driving the economy off the cliff
And their adversaries into gulags.
This is the age of terror
Where nowhere or one is safe,
Where the Death Cult's agenda of greater good
Includes the sacrifice of you and me
By the billions
In the name of order, security, peace and freedom.
This is where we are today.
Are you terrified yet?
Or are you laughing at their desperation,
As the morning tide continues to rise, lifting all boats
Destroying all
Their castles made of sand.
(3/12/25)
Categories:
gulags, humanity, sick, society,
Form: Narrative
I say and say it again
Until I am red in the face
Foaming at the mouth
Peeing in my pants mad
That we are the party of love
And joy
And tolerance
And inclusion
And while we’re at it
Slavery, reeducation camps, censorship
And cancel culture.
If you do not agree
And submit and obey
You will feel the wrath
Of our joy
And you will feel it
Isolated in your own homes and families
Locked deep within the regime gulags
And waking dream
Of The Great Reset.
Remember comrade
It’s your body, your choice
And a willing slave
Is no slave at all.
(10/29/24)
Categories:
gulags, america, anger, political, society,
Form: Free verse
Dare me to diagnose my condition?
I'm diagnosed with depression
Or rather does depression have me
Even the sad rain cries for me
Or do I cry because of rain
I’m bipolar type one
Or so I’ve been diagnosed
My depression tells me I’m two
Or is my mind a torrent of rain
I’m an addict to dopamine
Or does scarcity seek fullness
I’ll nosh on forbidden fruits till I’m sick
Or is giving up Eden so easy
I’m a disgruntled loner
Or does the loner keep others away
Unable to invite patient guests in
Or am I none of these labels
I’m a crazy worker bee
Or does the hive have me
To the gulags this soldier goes
Or has Solzhenitsyn lost his queen
I am loved by a few someones
Or does someone feed my love
The unlovable embraced by a few
Or does depression dismiss them
I feel the sadness in every rain
I sense earth’s mad polarity
I am a hungry beast to a feast
I’m a lone tiger in a company of wolves
I’m loved even in my lonely Siberia
I’m a question more than definition
Or am I the answer unfulfilled?
Or will I let love go unanswered?
Spin the bottle, hoping it's not me
I dare me to diagnose myself
Categories:
gulags, addiction, depression, father, identity,
Form: Free verse
Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
Categories:
gulags, america, political,
Form: Free verse
Siamese twins.
New York and California.
Gulags, just for ya!
12/14/2020
Rhymed Senryu
Categories:
gulags, how i feel,
Form: Senryu
So tell me
about injustice and hate
Shouting stop censorship
and the KKK
How America sells lies
and blood for oil
Killing Muslims
solely to colonize their soil
Did you forget
who begot who
About Gold, God, Glory
and slavery too
Kind of like Hitler
exterminating the Jews
The London Air Raids
and the apathy that pacifies you
So tell me about revolution
and that propaganda you bleed
Che Guevara and equality of need
Why is it starving Cubans
are swimming for our shore
The Baltic Republics are free
and the Gulags no more
So tell me about freedom
at your friendly neighborhood pub
Drawing gas masks and Swastikas
on your overflowing mug
How burning our flag
suits you just fine
While an Iraqi woman is shot
for speaking her mind
So the next time you scream
about injustice and hate
Extol revolution
and your anarchist state
Remember to ask the Kuwaitis
about capitalists on foreign soil
And who really spilt their blood
for the price of their oil
Categories:
gulags, death, history, introspection, life,
Form: Dramatic Monologue