Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.
Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his morning ataraxia in the still water lake
from where his senses lose their truancy,
from where ideation sheds the opaque.
He finds repose in a moment's seclusion,
his lucid cortex in reflective possibility,
but he learns his real confirmation in inclusion,
and learns our fellowship best protects our fragility.
So quickly we imbrute each other with walls,
he knows how militarization is summoned by anxiety,
he weeps at the endless requiem protocols,
he grieves at history’s long cruel impropriety.
But he detects his promise in human need,
our struggle against forces of dehumanization,
our commission in communitarian creed,
our hope in human family realization.
Awarded second place in Poetrysoup "Grace and Solitude" rhyming poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
Why is it
those who reside in mental hospitals
find themselves struggling to remember
This is supposed to be a hospital,
and not a prison for society’s revenge?
Why is it
those who find themselves imprisoned
struggle to remind themselves
and each other
this is supposed to be a prison,
and not an insanely vengeful mental hospital?
Why is it
bondage breeds violence
as freedom feeds cooperative democracy,
mutual empowerment?
Why is it
defending capital-hoarding elites
breeds criminalization and militarization,
while freeing human natures
to embrace all Earth’s nature-spirits
feeds ecological democracy
to polypathically grow,
contagiously expand in joy
and wonder
and mutual awe?
Twenty years in the past we looked
Twenty years in the past is today
Creaking and cracking unending for all
Masochist Regimes competing
He reigned with dark goggles twenty years past
The masses blocked off from the rays of governance
Through macabre masses reeled in military style
In penury all dwelled
In beards he stepped out to mock the saints
The people still floating and lost in their hope
Premeditated masochist’s democratic plan unleashed
In limbo all lay
We saw our very own Mandela
Escape from militarization wrongly imagined
Tyrannical imposition of corruption beheld
In shock, appreciation came
The academician turned politician should save
Conflicting confusing actions in relative short time
Corruption runs free wheel, while the master is away
In hopelessness all surrender
Good luck met overwhelming goodwill
A joke willed by the people to truly lead
The goggles have become transparent twenty years after
In idiocy all get joggled
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