May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Stars blink out;
another dawn triumphs over a defeated night.
The wounded and dead hidden by time zones.
Echoes of a brief brutality, too far off
to rattle backyard grills and beer cans.
Let us lift up our hearts in song
to drown out the drone
of arrowing smart bombs,
for we have taught our ears to un-hear.
the distant dead, their surgically dismembered voices
just sparrows chirping upon pleasant lawns,
We forget to regret the weakening wink
of their semaphore signals,
and no nocturnal flames dare pierce or mar
our pillowed and peaceful rest.
The stars wink out over suburbia
another dawn has won over
a distant night.
The defeated and dead as always,
hidden between time zones,
a brief brutality too far away,
and not enough to smear backyards
and beer barns.
Upon my morning walk
I lift up my heart in song.
A soft breeze
drowns out the drone
of smart death,
the quieted blood of the gone,
leaving only
surgically dismembered voices
lilting sweetly
in this summer air,
If I look to the East
maybe a bird or two will arrive
bearing seeds of survival,
for now the pinpointed and targeted
tread no trace
thread no words.
After more nightly raids,
after the nocturnal flames,
the collateral and damaged
come to dream with us,
they come as the misplaced
and as our muted morning guests –
fortunately, we have
many soft and spare pillows.
Surgical Procedure
Medical migraine exhaled pain
Life lived in all the wrong lanes
Doctored Degree the hidden fee
Everything is just not meant to see
Orderly dress, white smockless
Push this button in case of stress
Nursed health of dwindled wealth
Not even the planes that stealth
The clinical freeze, who's next please
Our medical industries greed disease
bmdavey@05/09/16
A surgical scissor cuts
To heal a man out of sorts
The surgeon operates the malignance
To remove the cancer of belligerence
My life is on your hands my doctor
I Don't know what to do and not to
Please feel my pain, my grief, my woe
Please do your best and little more
I trust to God and you my dear
But heart has covered with sense of fear
Accepting the fact that you never come back my way,
After you hear all the confessions I have to say,
Knowing that I should have never crossed that line,
Whether things were going good or bad,
I knew we could make them fine,
Didn’t think for a second about how you really feel about me,
Did only what I wanted and got big eyed,
To the point that I could not see,
That I love you more than what this world can offer,
Finally questioning myself about why I even bother,
Why did I have to cheat on the one thing that mean so much?
Why would I just back away when she tried to touch...
Why didn’t I find it in myself to let her know...?
Why was I playing the fool that I was a long time ago?
Facing the fact that you will never look at me the same...
Only imagine the thoughts you’ll have,
When ever you hear my name...
Knowing that you will regret everything we shared,
Realizing that you may think that I never even cared,
How could I resist the temptation that seems to follow me around?
Constantly lied in the act of trying to get down,
Letting go of the love that I thought would be my life,
Now regrets cuts deep in my head like a surgical knife.
Driving to my designer job
Pondering my authenticity
Ready for a surgical strike
Against the imposter of me
Bay doors now opening
Missles armed, blinking red
Has a non-approved thought
Ever entered my little head?
Missle lock acquired
The target is red hot
It’s hasta la vista baby
Looking down for the shot
Flack all around me now
As I scan below
New Balance, Levis
Countless brands and their salvo
Holy spit, that was close!
My horizon spinning wildly
Am I walking talking billboard
With no understanding of me?
Pulling the nose back around
I’ve got to make this one count
Does our hive mind steer itself
Or is it influenced from without?
And is it such child’s play
Like trapping lightning in a cell
To buy my untapped potential
With thoughts of being someone else?
Pushing this machine to the limit
Soaring high above so many
How deeply have I been branded
By the stamp of authority?
Attention mission control
I’m not returning to base
Just label me a traitor
I no longer believe in this way
But with sobs behind my visor
Fruitlessly slowing near the heavens
I begin tumbling back to Earth
Just in time to clock in