They want to lock up Officer Crespo for 27 years
But is the case as it appears?
I got a letter from the Center for Police Defense.
They claim the accusation makes no sense.
Crespo was called for backup, drug dealers were speeding at night
They pulled over and pointed a gun, wouldn't that give you a fright?
He wanted to make it back to his four kids and wife
He managed to shoot first, killed but saved his life.
The court did not tell the jury about the drug dealer's crime spree.
Reading what he did that night, that doesn't seem fair to me
The guy had just beat up his girlfriend and he was high on a drug.
The car was stolen, the gun illegal, not the type to give a hug.
The letter made another claim: that the D.A. dislikes police
If the letter is correct, this witch-hunt must cease.
Cops don't start a day wishing to kill a man
Life in jail for manslaughter is not part of their plan.
If you get rid of good cops, someone else will fill in
You won't like the new enforcers; results will be grim.
I'm not a blind believer, we should follow every clue
But it's easy to make judgements when the gun doesn't point at you.
It's me,
Stuck in a whirlpool of memories,
Suffocated by a flurry of thoughts,
Drenching in quicksand of my emotions.
On the contrary;
To the beholder,
It's just ripples, light snowfall and fine sand.
These are merely makeshifts;
To distract you away,
From the ubiquitous quest of life,
Pursuit of aliveness and
Gist of animateness.
In my context,
Life altogether appears as a;
Juggle for a momentous split second,
With the people that adore you and
For the people that you cherish.
I am curious about;
'What's your context?'
Your Split second of momentousness...
It instantly changed
the hue of the sky;
Beat red afternoon,
I was spellbound by
garnet colored Sun;
A maroon mist
hung in the air
creating smoke
swirling so dense
bathing you
in ruddy
fantasy;
A split
second
show.
In a split second, life can be snuffed
Unforeseen events cause misery
Why this is so, ‘tis a great mystery
Of such our lives are suitably stuffed
None of us should ever be bluffed
Accidents are main features of history.
In a split second,
The role of accidents is often sloughed
We are victims of information trickery,
Believing what we hear becomes primary
Facetiously, going through life chuffed,
In a split second.
(R a) b b a a b R a b b a R)
Written October 1, 2022
[Rondine, a form I learned
from writings of Jeff Kyser]
He saw
A fleeting flicker
Of her smile
At twilight time,
Beaming down
With such warmth on his face,
So illuminating the smile!
Then he blinked
And didn't see her vanish
On the silvery full moon
Wait, was that
Indeed her face?
Or was it just his imagination?
Is it because
He's missed her
For so long?
Date written: 06/05/2022
Heavy waves speeding.
Rushing to shore, they are one.
Forced back; the sea robs.
A fleeting vibe
Just passing through
Split second bliss
I bump in to
Disrupts the sad
Dissolves the plain
I’m feeling glad
I can’t explain
It’s bitter sweet
A short lived joy
Deceitful treat
A glee decoy
Not too much
It’s just enough
It gets me by
When times are tough
That "first glance" is which I will never forget in my life.
It was the first meet whence those attracting
attaching amusing eyes locked mine.
Stealthily hypnotized and made me fall
captivated to his smiling striking swallowing eyes,
stole my heart generously and shielded me inside.
Gradually progressing & processing with
distinguished peachy romanticism:
sighting,nurturing,nourishing,
provisioning,kissing,hugging,
punching,tweaking,fighting,
patting with lightings...love endures enormously.
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly
demanding immeasurable unite.
12-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest.
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THE HOURGLASS NEBULA
Be the volatile now
In the span of a
Short lived present
Welcoming its fortuitous
Ephemeral presence
That fades towards a
Momentary existence
Whereto, it fleetingly vaporizes
Into the vacuumed history
Belonging to an eternal
~~second.
Date: 06/04/2019
Breathing becomes harder.
Rope gets tighter.
A sudden sound.
Feet hung close to the ground.
A life taken.
So suddenly too quick.
For the years they struggled.
The only thing they feel now is peace.
Wrapped in the arms of him.
But heartache was left in their place.
They live in total bliss for eternity.
While we live in pain on earth.
A scarlet sun sears the western sky,
with vermilion tongues of flaming fire.
And sinking below the planet's rim,
cerise, ignites the fringes of Earth.
Heaven burns, creating crimson flames
that scorch the edge of the horizon.
And like a child playing with crayons,
Sol scribbles colors onto the night.
Shadows meld with cobalt silhouettes
beneath a vista of ebony.
And a silver moon appears snagged
in the branches of a gnarly oak.
Magic supersedes reality
in my imagination's playground.
And as Nature hypnotizes me,
time seems to pause, for a split second./center>
a split second
under the blanket
of wet cotton balls
flutter wings
dipped in apricot jam
topped with
eyes
of maple leaves clinging to glass in rain
lips
stained by raspberry blood near tree trunks
cheeks
the inside of a bear cub’s paw
nose
the white kitten behind mature dandelions
neck
wrapped in sea foam
leaving trails of turquoise stones
Junk food was my middle name.
I took comfort in the taste.
I'd exercise until collapse,
To tame the inches, added to my waist.
I drank to put my mind at ease.
I didn't have to think,
I didn't have to understand,
I'd just get lost in my drink.
I was becoming an alcoholic
I knew, but didn't stop.
Until that test came back positive.
And I quit everything, on the spot.
Fruits and veggies, at every meal,
Naps, through out the day
I don't worry about my extra chunk
It wouldn't do me any good anyway.
That one second, just that one
To stand up and fight for someone
Those names you hear
Those names you hate
Those names you could stop with just a twist of fate
Will you step up?
Can you handle the power?
Breaking others down
Just to build themselves up
Another wave crashing on the beach of bad luck
That moment the wave touches the shore
That moment of happiness just before
The wave slowly washes away
But it's sure to be back again someday
That one second, just that one
When you had the chance to correct the outcome
To help the victim in his most desperate hour
The courage, the voice, is what we lack
Do we really have the strength to fight back
This never ending fight will never cease
Until we all learn to keep the peace
With every passing word,
With every passing day
Another victim slowly slips away
We have a chance to stop all this
Will you take that second, just that one?
To fight back for someone
The arches of the rain
Are color wheels, that chain
Like wreathes around the clear
Silver skies so near.
The rainbows tie the blue
Together, in my view.
And for a moment I
Notice God go by.
Infinity is wound
About me, all around,
And then it goes once more,
And I’m like before.
08-09-73
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