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distance!

bike
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“distance – an amount of space between two things or … people”

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Objects are one thing

cars, nice houses, boats, cruisers, a harley-davidson

but oh that people shit

shuts us down every time

well maybe not all

those of you found the secret,

keep it,

lock it away

and don’t let anyone

create a tone

in your mind that tells you

‘it just ain’t so’

because it probably is.

There is just a distance between the two of us

that won’t go away with flowers or smiles

I can cross the room and meet the wall

and the only way that wall ever goes away

is if

only I

well, sometimes with your help

take a sledgehammer to its mortar.

After all,

that mortar shit,

the stuff that seals each building block

that can break apart you know

careful planning and a material collector

and all that shit gets hauled to the dump.

Of course, the dump,

that’s a bit of

distance!

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© Thom Amundsen 2014

“The Storm” – Promote Yourself

leaf
A malevolent wind
Blows leaves into a swirl.
Car engines cease to purr.
Deadly silence replaces traffic sounds.
Eagle drop from the sky and leave winged craters in the sand.
Fish float upside down, lifeless eyes gazing sunward.
Giraffes hang their heads and sob
Hyenas find no cause to chuckle as they solemnly scavenge.
Inmates bloody their fists on bars.
Jailhouse guards have long gone home.
Kraken clouds swim the smoky sky
Locking ethereal tentacles around suffocating tree tops.
Mountains crumble like crackers under heavy feet.
Now their peaks rest scarcely higher than their bases.
Off key are the songs of what few birds remain.
Perfect pitch is a thing of the past.
Quavering a moment, an island slowly
Retreats into the ocean from which it once rose.
Snow bubbles and boils, scalding
Those treading through it.
Unbridled rains of melting stone
Violently brand the ground.
Wantonly destructive, a
Xiphoid shard of glass impales a child.
Yielding not to the pleas of man, the storm prepares to reach its
Zenith.
Achievement is not the child of conquest
Bravery is not the brother of aggression
Courage is not the spouse of violence.
Do not underestimate the mundane
Experience the miracle of breathing
Feel the breaths come and go.
Getting even—becoming an account in need of balance
Hurting those who hurt you
Injuring those who injure you, is never
Justice.
Kings are often miserable
Lords just as sad, but
Maids might smile sincerely.
Narcissism drowns people in themselves.
Obsession drowns them in others
Paranoia drowns them in delusions about themselves and others.
Quiet when listening
Respectful when speaking
Silent when enraged.
Termites bring down houses
Unseen amoeba destroy humans
Vices bury heroes
Water erodes mountains.
Xenophobia freezes hearts to stone
Young smiles gently melt them to soothing liquid
Zealotry boils hearts, leaving a dry pot.
 
I planned to write this in series of 3, but I noticed too late that I had left two letters out…I ended up adding those two to existing sets of 3.
 
P.S. This is a first draft. I welcome feedback.
Paul Burgess
paulwhitberg.wordpress.com

Numb – Promote Yourself

 numb
 
 
Nothing, dazed, indifferent, anesthetized
They do not want to feel anything; their life is pain
The pain of going to work, to survive, to be nothing
They were born something, formed and shaped to be nothing
A cog in the machine’s wheel, they turn, they do nothing
They numb themselves on cocktails of TV, shopping, entertainment, and food
How else do they survive the day? Or do they even know the difference?
Lost tribes of centuries past, they learned to love what they hate
Survival was all that mattered, the tyrants made sure of that
Separated from their birthright, not knowing who they are
History repeats like a loop, playing over and over and over again
Give me them a pill, something to ease the pain of not knowing who they are
Give them all the fancy gadgets they can stand
Give them the spectacle, the big top show
 
Or
 
Give them freedom and time to heal
Give them human touch and time to reflect
Give them equal footing in order to grow
 
The day of reckoning is coming forth
Which side will they choose humanity or duress?
 
I know which side I will choose… love and truth

Link to my blog: The Confidant
Kara S. United States
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