Don't Forget!

With a new hurricane bearing down on the Gulf Coast, I wanted to remind people that there are still very serious problems in the Third World USA….My dear friend Rhonda Rainbow is as strong as a granite, but let us not forget her anguish. This poem is dedicated to her…It is not meant to be perfect, just an emotional reminder of how lucky we are. I live in a hurricane zone, and I know these feelings well and have seen it all first hand…So do what you will: Pray, chant, just don’t forget!

They can not take another hit

There is nothing we can do

Ernesto is bearing down

It’s going to be a hullabaloo

Fear is rising

Frustrations are mounting

Lives are quivering

Tears are spilling

I want to send

An immense WIND

That will push the evil away

And let them live

My heart is with you

I am separated on by land

I will be with you every second

Crying, quivering, fearing

Festival

Screams and polka dot dreams

Swirl quickly by

Smells violate my nose

Sounds rape my ears

And we watch and listen

To the pop pop pop

Tiny dots on a sheet of paper

Fountains of blood falling from the sky

Slap, smack, damn there is another

Are the chiggers coming?

Sweat pouring

Mouth dry

Bed beckons our bones

Moments fade

Yawns widen

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Cambodia

Somewhere near the Cambodian border

Light flitters down from a green canopy

Snakes rattle and hum

Spotted lizards crawl up Buddhas

And praying mantises kneel

A ghost whispers

Free your mind and

your ass will follow

What do you do when you find yourself in Cambodia?

Melt into the scene

Or let out an angered scream

Everybody got to die sometime.

The Sin Part II

The Sin Part II

Stranded on the dark road

He screams in agony

His only wish is that it would all end

Releasing him from the pain that holds him

The road is at its end

He knows what he has orchestrated

His screams are heard by the girl

Screams of pain and dreadfulness

As the girl approaches

The cries of a child ring in his ears

He sees the child lying deathly still

A look of morbid sadness on its face

The girl reaches out to him

But he instead picks up the dead child

Crying, he runs away with the child

Knowing it was his fault from the start

He will never forgive himself

Nor will the girl

The Sin Part I

This is a two part poem..so be sure for the follow up!

The Sin Part I

The air was crisp and pure

Advertising a sense of cleanliness

The hesitation of her step

Made people stop and stare

She knew why they stared

Shamefulness was her friend

Yet she carried her shame with dignified pride

For the child of wedlock was loved before it was born

Deep within it stirred

Reminding her of committed sins

She wept as she walked

Looking up she saw him in the distance

He held a look of love and disgust

Knowing the time had come to face the fire

She walked on past

Not daring to stare at the depths of his souls

He showed a look of concern and satisfaction

As he realized he would get what he wanted

Four Dark Eyes

Four dark eyes stare into the distance

Waiting to start another barrage

Anger boils and overflows

Endless days of death and despair

Have made them weary

Souls heavy with reality

Headlines say it ends tomorrow

It is time to get in those last licks

Before the deadline hits

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Fleeing, hearts pounding dripping fright

Losing sight, cut by the flying shards

Pressing their bodies together

As if that makes a difference because they are

Receiving those last licks

Monday morning dawns over the hills

And the four dark eyes peer out

Unable to stop scanning the horizon

Waiting to wreak havoc

If the BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Comes flying their way

The four dark eyes blink

Brains screaming "is it over?"

Better keep scanning

Him and I

Tiny pieces of paper strewn from an afternoon of cutting

Plastic men ready to attack on his command

Spilled juice causing havoc on surfaces

Oh how it irks me

It enrages me

Those men and paper and tiny spills

Overwhelm my ability to think straight

He is normal

I am not

I tell him that he is brilliant

And then I stifle his creativity

Maybe a new mom is what he needs

A mom without OCD

He says no

You are the best mom ever

I lay in my bed engulfed with this statement

And I cry…..

I cry for his soul

Hoping that I do not ruin him

Outside the City

They are huge and sprawling

Living in a town called suburbia

The Jones’ have moved in

And things are going up

up

Up

UP

The expanse is grand

On the largest cookie cutter scale

Bricks, statues, and perfectly laid sod

Pools sunk deep for the effect

Streets named for

Famous French buildings

Mailboxes line up in perfect succession

All of them white and locked

Oh the gated community

America’s horrible reality

Fear

What is fear?

Timidity

Misgivings

Trepidation?

What is fear?

When you bow to the boss

Knowing you are better than he is?

What is fear?

Is it getting in your car

Afraid of those around you?

What is fear?

Is it the true emotion you feel

When you wake up every morning?

What do you fear?

Failure

Disease

Government?

Can fear be erased?

From you mind and soul

As if you had banged the delete key?