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The Last Trumpet

My people
if only you would see
the beauty in you
if for an instant
feel all the emotions
of the buried love deep inside you

Such a glorious day would burgeon forth
released from all the human anthem
would lift the world
to the heavens

If only you would see
as you were made and meant to be
and from the mires and pits
open the gates
to be released

If you could but comprehend
your potential
AH the world would ring resounding
in such joyous unison 
would raise up
all that it is
in grateful salutation

My people
if you would but believe
in you

A shinning future
upon this pedestal of earth would rest
in final liberation
this recognition in tender mercifulness
would come
and all tears be wept in compassion

This is you
my people

Too long all your resilience
given to the struggle
too long shoveled into survival
AH my people, awake
for there is more courage
more fortitude
and more love inside you
than you ever dreamed possible

Awake my people
awake.

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Monkey Triplet

Some sacrificial fonts are filled
with sanctified water
others overflow with blood and bile
all but for the rose petals camouflage
dare we know the difference 

A holy child who in devoice distilled
lest in innocence mayhap confront such sanctimonious alter
collectively strangled by guile
for say not to us such criminal reportage
but prefer to consecrate our ignorance

In dissonance are we worse revealed
and laid sightless to truths encounter
be us then the factious rank and file
conversant only to a fools salted mirage
a dummies page of prophetic words rallying our compliance

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Cruel

Eyes so painted
and lips so tainted
the theater of the skin
but the beauty lays within

Disguised beneath so many layers
poses for a snapshot moment
could be more attractive than you appear
but never be more immaculate than you

And to an abstract become inflated
every blemish suffers unadulterated
it becomes the scar
never to be contented with who you really are

Shape and form must be perfected
enhanced the puppet strings connected
claims identity
in the factories of copy after copy

If you were and only could be
more faultless than you really should be
picture possessed for an exposure minute
the tailors dummy of publicity 

Eyes so tainted
and lips so painted
every defect concealed below decorated
intangible mural you become
animated stage of presentation
the cruel theaters of the skin
betray the beauty which always lays within

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Tech-No-Logic

Tech-No-Logic

Of keyboard and swipe
a screens deliberation circuit electronic
in metal skin and paper thin
push button hums the chord of plastic
tech-no-logical inventum
such marvels to grind the wheel
impartial utensils the battery static
a signal from pre-molded concrete
sends the flip switch light 
a barrage of city steel

Perfidious evolution
camera slapped ready to be mobile
disseminate precious packeted information
send the engine forward
designed specific mechanical 
with purpose and all copyright invention
roll out the factory trinkets
and by wifi extol these virtues of freedom
such ease of apps
the dictionary of a creative human

Pander upon the wonder
tech-no-logic inventum
to satellite and celluloid praise them
the world a window
to ignore confusion
fanatical gears performing missiles
each trigger of functioning confident
laser guided telescopic retention
art forms innovation
and the busy discourse of bibliophiles

What design by rain
the mechanisms of perfume
a flowers technical schematic
a blueprint revived 
so the wind sustains chaotic
fluctuations of forms molecule Phi
graceful filament wings
the meaning of feathers, thorns and insect
wood breathing light
inexplicable, irreproachable tree 
of life     

And who by sun
upon rainbows plain did walk
was uttered a catchphrase of miracles
no other perfection
wrought in animate visions sacrament
the momentums overture existential 
rhythms dance plays waterfall
which finger tips technology
so in intricate reflex of memory
sustained an infinite birth

Lay by road side 
in clank and clamor rattle
semaphore an accident in skeletal 
and by marvelous creed
take emulsions photo
whys and wherefores the veins of petals
the everyday unexceptional
but still focus changes the angle
all reiteration speaks
by blueprint original perfected creation

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The Forgotten

The Forgotten ?

To live with this conscious contusion
and forget how babies cry

Become so untouched by horror
commonplace a communion with nothing

Care less for hunger
and wish the lacerations pestilent

Abjure the reminder
and seek instead disjunction so cognitive

Every scream drowning
in the approbate applause of spectators

By percentage defame intelligence
and baluster half-whit

Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat

Better to recount such heroic deeds
and send the fools battalion to complete them

All laid to burials garden, the disregarded
faceless unnamed the forgotten

And for a price
no soulless may seek redemption

Such a carnage is wrought in the heart
and may brand us all unforgiven

Echoes still the terror
impudent inflicted the weak transgressor

But dragged all to quivering knee
with its spike so driven by denial

Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat

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Bid Thy To Slaughter Child, To Slaughter

In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned 
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned

From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology

Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions

Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier

Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute

For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology

Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be 
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease

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Evolution

Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into prisons
wifi choir to gobble in slavering mouth
the dance of freedom

Piled to height shop window front
a catalog of so many possessions
scrape nail biting destitution
of anything of all
but nothing at all
without them

Merry-go-around and round and around    
the cul-de-sac of evolution
entrenched, entranced the myriad of human
jack-hammered incessant
into the point of believing
and by deaths alter
sacrifice life

Every dream a skirmish
squandered to the three percent
take a selfie
maybe it’s the only way to ease the pain
be just a ghost in life
who’s monument was the tombstones of prophets
and the next generations list of regrets

Round and around the merry-we-go around
bruised in the dirt by same old, old same trip wires
todays tomorrow repeated again
as if we all have nothing to learn
Evolution
is just a conciliatory conceptual term

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Freedoms Fiesta

Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams 
in every street echoed the cheering death of millions
as confetti rainbows came falling ticker-tape parade 
from a sky of joy ashed smoke rained down in tears

Champagne corks burst a parties barrage of bombs
and wine flowed the blood over daughters and sons
a dance of tombstones to bless the survivors cause
and to applaud the rater-tat-rater-tat-ratter-tat of victories drums
the bright banners of missiles whistled over them

In such a heroes cavalcade decorated the gold of napalm
in the body-bags of freedoms fiesta
explosions of fireworks shatter the bones of machine guns
and over the graves spilled the laughter of everyone

All the flags of the nations floated bravely in their sea of lies
all wafted to triumph on winds blown heated through Hiroshima
celebrate the hour of undefeated in the corpses surrender
to count the unknown faces in the smiles of another
too drunk on relief to remember the cost of life
and the party of bullets raged on through the night

Praise your curse to securities uplifting
and babies of dust in rubble are born
the faceless injustice you so premeditated
to a murderous allegiance your anthem is sworn

Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams 
and wine flowed the blood over all their daughters and sons
celebrate the hour of undefeated in the corpses surrender
applauding the rater-tat-rater-tat-ratter-tat of victories drums
children of dust in rubble are born
in the body-bags of freedoms fiesta

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The Dumbwaiter

Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls security

Settle leaf it’s time is spent
amid the moss is it’s fading feeding decay
in vibrant earth again some day
will know the kiss of sun out breathing sent

So by chromium faucet quench the thirst
in bottled plastic catch each drop
and flitter dust from out the corners dirt
bacterial inch upon the forests advance

And this filthy earth stains the finger nail
showers of rain bring their unwelcome rotting smell
then by chemical impostors of a flowers perfume
seek to cleans the air in a solitary room

Such isolation proves it’s security
neat clean and tidily scrubbed
hold fast the separation of technical morality
these things devoid of insect footprints

Lay soap to order the odor of sweat
yet beg the bloom for it’s delightful scent
to cut it’s throat upon a table set
the vase the only carefully treasured object

Hanker, oh hanker for the green living pasture
all the verdant aspirations of life in nature
tingle for the worth still caught in the veins
but choking on the wish of concrete remains

Through pristine glass observe the vegetation
the autumnal leaves flutter from the trees desertion 
the trigger of another season
comes to rot and disarrange the perfect garden

Such fear prefers isolation and security
would rather heed the babblings of a technological morality
aspire then beyond the dumbwaiter of nature
a vase polished of any smudge or smear

Better to be in a clinical retreat
and by habit accept what is so clearly of need
take this germ free vacation
the trees are happy in their branches for the leaves desertion




Dumbwaiter
a small elevator, manually or electrically operated, consisting typically of a box with shelves, used in apartment houses, restaurants, and large private dwellings for moving dishes, food, garbage, etc., between floors. The term “A dumbwaiter” typically implies an unseen or unconsidered workforce below,  this anonymous workforce deals with the contents of the dumbwaiter, kitchen staff, garbage collectors and laundry staff

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The Hospital Bill

One foot by one foot
by six foot deep
the chemical waste 
of a money pit
broke her parents
on the cost of health
one foot wide
one foot long
and six foot deep

A hundred nights of over time
a thousand tears of hope
reassurance spilled by garbage
with so many pretentious prognostics
gave her this
the cure within reach
and side effects may outweigh
all the potential benefits

One foot wide
and six feet deep
one foot long
in the chemical pit
broke her parents
for the price of health
for two years old
and meet the doctors bill

A medical inconsistency
and it’s death by radiology
life by sickness
incurable
curable
a promissory note
an I.O.U
glued to her tombstone

One foot by one foot
and six foot deep
and death by arrogance
death by a pin prick
and death in the end 
by the ego
of so many doctors