Poems and posts about life, creativity, and God
not just cells—innocent lives forsaken.unformed children sacrificedon the altar of convenience.judged for the sin of existing,executed for the crimeof conception.tiny fingers and tiny toesbarely the size of pins.lungs that will never breathe fresh air.stabbed, poked, dismantled, discarded,all of it rubbish,thrown out like garbage.formed in darkness,returned to oblivion—never to see the light of day.spared the agonies…
hey kid, you want some candy?no. I’m 16.oh. do you want to make some money?then yes. never seen again. hidden in plain sight,right under our noses,somewhere nondescript—a rundown apartment,or darkened basement,or mundane warehouse. forced to share their skinwith othersfor a few bucks.not even the owners of the sale,just the commodity.a commodity of flesh,and pleasure.that ephemeral…
the ideas are:word poltergeists that possess my mind,making a mess of the place,only exorcised by the pen. the ideas are:tidal waves smashing into estuaries—crashing, receding, repeating. the ideas are:feast or famine—an epicurean banquet where tasty morsels abound,oran arid wasteland where everything goes to die. the ideas are:here and gone—a bullet train with precious cargo,andan old…
our politically-correct entity,hallowed by thy pronouns. thy cancellations come,thy social justice be done,in real life as it ison the web. give us this day,our public enemy,and ignore our trespasses,as we hastily cancel thosewith differing opinions. lead us into public spacesthat we may voice our lonecorrect opinions. for ours is the delusion,and the vanity,and the hubrisforever….
my wife has never likedthe cargo trainsthat operate a milefrom our house,but I havealways hadthe utmost admirationand respectfor them. even asantiquatedandanachronisticas they may be,I still find comfortin those horn blasts. early morning rooster calls.late evening dinner bells. as a teen,I walked on the rails,maintaining my balancelike a tightrope walker,as cars passed by me to the…