Thanks for clicking in. I hope you dig some of my words. I hope some of them make you pause & think and others move you to action. I hope . . . yeah, whatever. By the way, the background image is an embroidered mantle from the Peruvian Paracas culture ca. 600 b.c. It depicts flying figures with their hair streaming in the wind. Each one is carrying a spear or a baton in one hand and a fan in the other. Flying - VM
and sinful in every imaginable way as you safely hang from your corrupted web.
glass jaw’s clenched down to the vein like a greedy masturbator and I rush to shatter it with
my ravenous and worn out fists.
hypocritical smile for everyone you mask up.
Handshake~money exchange~billions raked in profit. Business celebrations
~ juggernauts flaunting their hubris forcefully erect over caviar pearl and
see your eyes ~ they never deceive your acquisitive motives and the others' demise.
mother’s milk has aged and soured to your children’s taste.
man’s meal waits for digging out when the pangs are unbearable and dignity a
dinner cold and low while the affluent walk past
in a constant scheme ~ your tongue masterfully betrays.
a word is forgotten and a love indiscreetly betrayed so your children suffer
and our struggle remains.
I found my soul wandering alone through the
ruins of the lost city wondering what’d happened to everything he knew. And it
was me returning to my birthplace; a sort of homecoming to the highlands
and the cold mountains breathing further and higher than my eyes will ever find.
Back to the homegrown leaf and the earth she fell in love with.
And she changed like a dream and there I saw
myself in the body of another man adorned in fine, colorful clothes and indigo
gold. Also a scepter or a staff and a dark feathered headdress ~ reminders
of prophecies when she spoke of collective lineage and a moment in time.
I saw in front of me the leader of a people ~
all so beautiful and proud. I felt the breeze running through my hair shaking the old ghosts uncomfortably out