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You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Put their remains in a body bag
In honor they gave their family a folded flag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Veterans Day
I will never forget that agonizing day, the day I heard the last few words from my husband. It tore out my heart. I wanted to die.
Seven-thirty Wednesday morning, I called to check on him.
I asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm not feeling so well. I will tell you when you get here." he warned in just those few pained words.
I assured him I was on my way.
Within moments of hanging up, he went into cardiac arrest all alone. On the way to the hospital my phone rang. It was my husband's doctor. "Your husband has gone through three cardiac arrests, and we need you here."
A dark suffocating gloom went right through me, tearing, I was dying inside. I drove straight there; all I could do was pray. The Chaplin was waiting by his door for my arrival, to comfort me. I stood and leaned against the wall, outside his room for hours waiting to be let in.
I held his hand while he was dying. I died a little each time while I watched his heart weakened. I begged him to please don't leave, he tried just for me. After the sixth cardiac arrest that night, I finally said it's enough. He's too tired to fight, let him rest.
2/8/2019
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They call it choice
when the womb goes quiet,
a right
when tiny bones turn to ash in the incinerator.
They name it gender-affirming
when scissors sever healthy flesh
from trembling children
too young to buy cigarettes.
They stamp justice on riots that burn cities,
while cops kneel, not to pray,
but to appease the flames.
They tweet my body, my decision
while pushing needles into arms~
mandatory kindness with a
vaccine barcode.
The screen glows: hate speech
for quoting Leviticus,
but brave
for drag queens
twerking in kindergarten.
The bill passes—compassion in bold print~
as homeless veterans
freeze behind dumpsters,
but addicts get free needles
and a safe spot to collapse.
The headline screams hero
for the man in a dress
breaking records meant for women,
while the actual women
are told to sit down and clap.
The degrees pile up~
PhDs in dismantling civility~
as Rome burns and the tenured arsonists
hand out matches like diplomas.
They’ve renamed all the devils,
swapped the labels on the jars.
The world’s new slogan? Progress.
STANDING ALONE IN THE WATERS ON THE SEAS By James Edward Lee Sr.
In the sea of one
The waters come down
I stand alone
Yet I drown
I will not swim
Nor, will I float, still alone
There is no hope
Though I shall NOT DIE
I say
I spy
I speak aloud I cry
You can't see the tears in my eyes
Cause I am below the waters
Still standing tall
Tall, still below the waters standing
You can't see me crying, ever wanting
Because the sea and I are one
There I am submersed
Floating with no hope, I cope
I say
I spy
I pray
I stand alone in the waters on the seas
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Self-Owned
Remember
the day
you became entitled
to yourself
No debts to pay
no last charade
the circle closed
— indwelt
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Reflection
Do we just recall
a memory
Or its cause
and its effect
Is consciousness
a chain of links
To front load
— or dissect
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Beatitude
The deeper you question
the more you constrain
God’s true existence
to never explain
Loosen your grip
on what holds you back
Surrender to glory
— Divinity’s tack
(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)
The Only Thing
Winning is always
undefeated
Score
to tell the tale
The victory plum
is zero sum
With glory
— to regale
(The New Room: May, 2025)
All Is Now
Unplugging tomorrow
recharging today
Conscripting the moment
— inside which we pray
(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Hate Speech
Outside I’m the same man as ever
A bit older, softer, wider for sure,
Wiser perhaps, but basically
The same cheerful, friendly, outgoing
And compliant guy I’ve always been
Inside my heart has turned to iron
A molten mass pushing outward
With my head a volcano ready to explode
From a world gone wrong, churned and turned upside down
By all the official confabulations to a nation of sheep
At every turn we are bombarded
And everywhere you turn you see the cowed
Driven down into themselves
From class and sex and race wars
To the Wuhan lab virus and January 6th show trials
Everywhere the sadists now
Hold the power smirking with twisted glee
As the Everyman withdraws a little further
From the lies without
To the truth within
Outside you’d never know
How much hatred and ill will I hold
For you sadistic f**ks who have used and abused our trust
War is coming, across the waters, to these very streets
And I just pray an asteroid comes instead
In preemptive strike
To destroy your sacred swamp and save US all
From another phony election and plandemic
Making a new ground zero burn for a new nation to rise
Indivisible with liberty and justice for all
(6/19/24)
Passed over and to the south of Pulgas
in a crescendo of rising light
plot of sand and soaring redtail hawk
his, a place of sun and life.
Tell me now, confess
think you've had enough
in darkness and shadow you whisper for release
can take no more
tho' you've so much more to give.
I know this, If I know nothing else
you want just a little bit
more
but I'll pray for his safe return
to make you whole again,
to be a proper pair again.
It's only advise I need my dear one,
a few words will do, and then I'll go.
A hug and a prayer, for another pair
much too late, for us maybe..
but it's all I ask, and yours to offer
all best in wishes, and miracles.
It's only your well being I need
so close to me, don't you see
won't ever waste a breath
on anything less...
What would your therapeutic family do
with an extra eleven hundred thousand?
A surplus donated beyond perennial operational expenses
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
and burying and repurposing nutritional death.
First,
Let's invite co-investors to take back ten percent;
a million will do peacefully fine.
I would take the first hundred thousand
to build an outside classroom,
a green sanctuary,
an outdoor cathedral
accessible to all our neighbors
to stop in
join our song and dance
then move on about their day
Or stay
to re-invest Earth-healing lifetimes
of interdependent democracy together,
liberal in unboundaried love,
conserving our most robust ecojustice investments
to enrich deepening yin
and widening yang
eco-villages,
and internal ego-sanctuaries
for healing past climate degeneratives.
One day
we'll decide to co-invest a long weekend
for cooperatively budgeting
how we will reinvest our remaining nine hundred thousand
in ourselves
with our neighbors
our network of eco-faith communities,
our international confederacy of tribes and species,
residential
and share-ride commuter communities
To repurpose our existing infrastructures,
our cooperatively owned and managed communication systems,
liturgical nutrition systems,
healthcare giving and receiving networks,
nutritional wealth co-investing secular guilds
and sacred unions
to not just pray for resilient energy democracy
and future trust
and love of contagious beauty
sung and danced
planted and harvested each re-springing EarthDay
and every secular/sacred
natural/spiritual
egalitarian/interdependent
ego-healthy/eco-wealthy
sublimely incarnate night
of neurological enspiriting repair
Projects redesigning ego/eco-therapeutic communities
with an extra eleven hundred thousand
for birthing and maintaining healthy lives
unburying and repurposing nutritional integrity.
I paused today
Put cares away
And finally let
The moment stay
Saw feathered skies
Through children’s eyes
Let time stand still
And realized
This life of gain
And gathering in
Pursuits of gold
Desires to win
They offer not
But jaded dust
Doomed to decay
By moth and rust
And time cares not
Nor pardon grants
For foolish charge
Or circumstance
But slowly slips
As grains of sand
Through trembling grip
Of aging hand
So lend an ear
And pause, I pray
Take time to let
The moments stay
For precious times
Allowed to be
Etch memories for
Eternity
…Jeff Bresee