J'accuse......

J'accuse

 

I blame patriotic winds for flags that wave

and scatter leaves on unmarked graves

I accuse golden sunshine bright

for enduring intolerable darkness at night

 

I blame politicians, I've learned to hate

for dictating the course of human fate

I accuse their hardened hearts

of tearing Nations apart

 

I blame the bitter taste of death

and rampant veteran neglect

on our shameful materialistic society

that spans from sea to sea

 

I blame the needlessly wealthy

for believing that freedom is free

I accuse them of lacking respect

in their words that they will regret

 

I blame the purveyors of indifference

for their overwhelming nonsense

and I accuse global news followed

of being filled with substance hollow

 

I blame the bias of news casters

for feeding on global disasters

I accuse political corruption and nonsense

for imposing a National death sentence

 

Most of all, I blame the Creator

the all Mighty Originator

for giving humanity with all its ills

the curse of a free will

KISHDUNA REVISITED....

Kishduna Revisited

 

 

My minds eye perceived past Summers

of fun times in clear waters

and days that too quickly passed

on warm sands that sparkled like glass

 

The quiet shore of a silver lake

stirred memories now awake

of carefree moments under canopied shade

where shelter was found beneath foliage

 

The rustle of full blown leaves

iced summers warmth with ease

and absorbed youthful cries of joy

that radiated from girls and boys

 

The chatter of crashing waves

caused by wide boat wakes

infiltrated the subconscious

and fed my soul moments precious

 

Blossoming children filled my eyes

as joys of summer materialized

and the sweet taste of Kishduna descended

on all of us who attended

 

How wonderful that all came to stay

for a week of Kishduna days.....

 

 

 

 



REFUGEE....Revision #2

Refugee

 

There existed a world beyond

but they could not reach it, they found

They could clearly see it

but could not live in it

 

White buildings on the horizon

rose like a beacon urging them on

pastel homes sheltered from sight

shimmered in the morning light

 

 Dark clouds covered their existence

cloaked in a starvation death sentence

as war altered their life's routine

and days became a horrific dream

 

Innocent children entering a world torn

on this road of life were sadly born

and as night time approached on fields of canvas

empty bellies cursed sleep and hopelessness

only to await the morning heat

blown in by the new days' breeze

 

Children in their ragged beds with sleepy eyes

cried for breakfast that never materialized

as their pleas joined muffled sounds

heard from the nearby tents all around

 

In their less than adequate temporary homes

they survived on decreasing hopes

Pleading that humanity would somehow find

a way to restore their existence unkind

 

So, with my pen in hand

I try to understand

why humanity on this tiny planet

cannot merge together and love beget

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



SYNTHESIS.....revision #2

SYNTHESIS
 

When the Western gales did gently shout

and coaxed pansies into looking out

 crystal dew on blades of grass

changed colors as the sun rose fast
 

He stepped lightly, somewhat afraid

of walking on this purity heavenly displayed

his presence scattered the light in strange ways

while he searched for footprints of former days

He saw landmarks near the sea

that remained to claim history

times that were, carved into his mind

lurked in the core of historic finds
 

The fireflies of not too distant past

sang their song of light at last

with refrains of deep feelings

that resonated and pointed to many things
 

Things like, how he came to be

in a small village near the sea

and who he is today

and who he has become during his stay
 

He remembers the past

with nebulous memories still in his grasp

He sees invisible footprints in the sands

as the tides have erased things he understands
 

Like former times when the surf deep

attacked his tiny feet

and assaulted his newborn presence

with frothy waters salty substance
 

The surf challenged his purpose daily

beneath a sun shining brightly

and burned into his every moment

like a glowing fire meant to torment
 

The ever present blood rose

shading the sands while pleasing the nose

challenged the gentle touch of his hands

as he failed to appreciate or understand
 

The nearby saltwater that consistently diluted

his  presence until it was nearly obliterated
 and encouraged the wild stream of his life

That surely contributed to daily strife
 

His life poured out without comment

and blended itself into the vast ocean

His insignificant essence was willingly added

to the sea into which he was skillfully blended



REFLECTIONS...

Reflections

 

I dreamed of times that were

while inhaling salty vapor

I sat on oceans' sandy beach

with memories in easy reach

 

I questioned if time had passed

 my spirit flashed pictures in which I basked

colorful painted reality in mind

while solid structures I could not find

 

With the salty breeze as my sustenance

nourishing my past youthful substance

I sat and sailed my ship of mind

and with full spinnaker left the present behind

 

Again, I was the child playing

waves crashing on shore in early morning

cries of gulls filling the salty air

and youthful mind absorbing pleasures without a care

 

With the wealth of health

and the soft ocean breeze felt

I splashed in tidal pools

that remained ever cool

and captained my sleek schooner

under the sun of youths Summer

 

Time now has devoured those seasons past

leaving behind a meager repass

filled with joyful times of long ago

that my aging spirit still craves ever so