Long Indebtedness Poems

I began reading Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
from the back toward the front,
as usual,
because if I appreciate where this narrative journey will end,
then I probably will find we start off with similar questions 
of...

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It was as though she had an indebtedness                           ...

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26.

A stationary bicycle
Never travels very far.
Nor sniffs the meadow flowers
Or sets the evening star.

It is far from me to criticize
The direction that you ought...
But it seems a hellenic tragedy...
Being tied to just one spot.

 ...

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A girl was raped in a bus that night 
By six men, all drunk, who had lost their minds	
Ambrosia was the elixir of gods, it is said
But godlike men in this age aren’t born or...

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This Quest, Was It But A Sad Rage Against The Storm

As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking...

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Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell 
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A...

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Everybody needed something,
and there was always something in the world that needed somebody,
debt is all about connections to affections,
sustenence to stimulus is only half of the formula,
igniting the impetus is provenance of the pursuit,
debt's birth...

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The wind blows, and gusts prevail…

Emerging from the dust I was found
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains
‘til you appeared, an angel on ravaged ground.
Intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before...

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Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora
8 April 2015

For only now I understand
The meaning of endurance
For the gravity that you held so grand
I would this day take as compliance

Though I would like to see you
As still young...

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Who lies now by the wayside stricken,
sick of body,  sick of soul?
His eyes are closed, his ears are deaf
to the somber bells that toll.
 I knew this man now sadly stricken
in happier days when...

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Our forever Sky Dancer peace parades his Paradise dance on soaring 
silky clouds kissing a milky blue tender sky, sun on high, breezes on low
all giving way to cautioned Winds of a coming Change. That...

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