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no rhyme or reason
the world we live in
is good
it can be
a place of wild
and mesmerizing
beauty
that enchants
the day dreamer
acts as muse
for the painter
or songstress
it can cause the heartbeats of children
to increase pace
at the first signs
of spring
golden yellow
dandelion florets
dance in the wind
and glisten
in the summer sun
the stars give light
by night
as the moon
plays with the ocean
causing its waves
to rise and fall
roses and lilies
bloom
with intoxicating aroma
and inspire the poetry
of lovers
and human beings
at times
act with amazing care
and benevolence
towards each other
and
towards the world we live in
but
the world we live in
can also be a brutal
and desolate place
those same dandelions
that dance in the wind
are an aggressive weed
that take over the farmer’s crop
and increase his toil
the sun that glistens on them
does not let up
but beats down
it contributes to drought
and famine
as rains recede
the stars fall from the sky
the moon is thought to have adverse affects
on the human psyche
while the ocean waves
rise to a colossal crescendo
in the tsunami
and crush
tens of thousands of human lives
human beings
let love die
hurt
ignorance
and hatred
fester
as we use
words
swords
and F-15’s
to terrorize
the lives of others
and time has shown
that no other force in nature
has wreaked as much havoc
upon the rest of creation
as humanity
becoming (beauty in the swamp pt II?)
i am coming to what i believe
but what i believe is old
i am coming to what i believe
despite what i’ve been told
i don’t know but i’ve been sold
a visible/invisible distinction
& no more than bread to hold
at the moment of intinction
every lie held a grain of truth
& in every truth deception
no uncorrupted sayer-of-sooth
no absence since inception
Beauty in the Swamp (Emerging)
There is an army of ants
circling around my bed
They want to march on my leg
and have a picnic in my head
There is a green witch in the back yard
She wears a black robe with a train
She sits on a burning chair
labeled the sacred and profane
I’m going to Los Angeles
but what’s in a name
A city in any other place
would still glow the same
There is a highway in the front yard
I hope to take it anywhere but fear
But everything I ever hated
will follow me from here
there are spies in the kitchen
There’s an emergency in the air
I’m sick of doing nothing
Doing something can’t compare
There is liberation in the water
Where gnomes and witches can never go
but they stand on the banks
and hope to pacify those who know
We’ve been laboring over language
digging beneath the crag and the moss
Waiting for the music
to convey a feeling that’s been lost
waiting for a place to break bread
while some just stood by weeping
Maybe the true remnant has been keeping watch
while the rest of us were sleeping
~wwb
