I do not ...
Understand
How so much intolerance
Grows
Across the landscape of ...
the U.S.A today.
Like corn rows
So thick ...it now slows ...progress
to a belly crawl
for us all...esp
Once it has been allowed
To be endowed
With heighth and form
Beyond the norm
Once praised as
Our uniqueness,
Our Shining Light that was once wished for...
and prayed for
in the darkest corners of the world
As welcome as a slice of bread and a glass of water to any unfortunate soul lost in the forlorn desert of humanity
and fortunate enough
to be found
by those who still understood compassion, that  now seems to be just another thing
/or gone out of   Fashion.
So high ....and so prolific grown...
this crop has reached
upon being
carelessly sown
on such -once sacred- ground becoming detrimental to all other life forms..
... it now surrounds making it such an ironic ...
and sadly disponic twist of fate
..where
In realistic terms
all those who
Once overlooked the over abundant sprouts.., began dissing...
dismissing -
being remiss in accepting
any...and all
opportunities
Presented
opting ; instead,
to consistantly be
Remissing ....derissing...
I.E. consistant
In all purposeful
ways of missing
all that appeared
to then become
disappear
beyond all those ears
that cannot hear
Risen to heights sufficient and efficient enough
To block the site
from any and all the light
that lay behind
the shadow that now grows
within all those rows and rows and rows and rows I call intolerance...
and others call Justice
that is simply the last resort ,
the kangaroo court where we venture off
into some new..
unknown phase of a  looming ,blooming
rush to justice praised
as anything but...
what the unknown
Is ...or will turn out to be
in the shadowland once united ...tossed aside ; unrequited
With all honor, truth, and justice indicted
As we ...begin to understand
...now that we are wandering around as lost as lost ever was....or ever hoped to not be...
that these are the results...
heaped upon
all of us ...who  will soon find out
that
no light can enter
nor lifeform escape
this endless darkness, endless days... endless ways of forever wandering and lost within this hated, yet hate build ...designed and created
to imprison
all hope, light and all future days....
Here in the place once called the halls of justice..now the dark emptiness of the cornfield maze( maise) The ununited State of America(n)values.

There are those I suppose
who will forever fail to disclose
that the king is without his clothes
when everyone else surely knows
that he shows
what pales the light and assails the sight
endured to never a chance of being cured
from the deathnell dirge and primal scourge
as we wait the innocent child within to emerge
and purge us all our weak and wavering courage
how weak a mind have we to find ,within
this immense emptiness we occupy
such a lie as to accept innocence
as our saving grace when all within us are the empty places our clothes seek to hide for we have clothes without souls!

He stood there waiting
for his chance to shine

If everything  were truly fair
We 'd all be round
with nothing square
thats not what .,.I'd want...
      ...for life to be

Individuals need a choice
To try and try
and often fail
Along the course
or they may
never try
hard enough  ...
...to find their voice

And in the silence
of the void
there will not be heard
a stronger tone
with a much wiser word
that sadly
the world may miss
what was needed
that.... never...occured!

And that is not what
I really mean ..
...by my
arguing
about how it could be
If life were...truly fair

No!
I'm speaking up
for all those...
      ...who do give up
without
the ability to share
what it is that's
creating  such dispair
never knowing
that it may have been
what someone ...desperately needed to hear!
Instead
they may be left out


I see them every single day
the smiles are gone...
              ....and every dawn
they wake up to the light
that shines every where...
but  inside...inside
their own hearts
and inside their own minds


And , I wonder...wonder
how to  deal
with reality
by shutting the blinds
to block out ...what cannot
and never will
that does not mean
they still won't try
to stall the hurt
and to dam the eye

So so so noone knows
when the dam finally breaks
and they begin to cry

washing away
so much of themselves
leaving a sink hole
deep down inside
Avoiding all those
who...
...with so much pride
speak of the things
their children have done

Excusing themselves
as they start walking away
when they really want
to break and run

they build themselves
a book of rules
about taking different routes
whenever they drive
to avoid passing by any schoo!s

Ive got to run
Ive been too busy

I like to dip deep into the emptiest of well
to find ( maybe)  some iconoclastic myth to dispel
and pull a rabbit from
an empty hat
Or the possibility of a Tyrannosaurus Rex...
... if the game has gone flat
wrecks if the game is run-flat then I may Circle back
to pull a mr. Wizard
with a dribble this and drabble that
Or then again I may just resist
any this and that with error again I might resist
there are no real rules
to each moment in time
no submarine runways  left off
in
with overdrive so...
If we are lucky enough to end up having a comfortable room be it a hole in the ground or a big old oak tree
  if we're lucky with
the Comforts of home
thats what it is what it may be
  a hole in the ground or up some tall oak tree
we are only as good as
we let ourselves be
so do not think I won't notice if you would seek to
look down on me
because I will smile back
as I  look up at you ..
and say oh no mr. Wizard whatever have we done
to come
to such a position as this position? Just lucky I guess!!

How dare you
speak of grace
in the face ...of
another killing by race
These are not
accidental...
incidental...they are incramentatal!!

Time may dog
The steps we take
And we often repeat
The mistakes we make
Where the light we seek
Will create the shadow.     we fear
That is constantly behind us
Unless  we  realize
That we connect at ground level
Keeping us anchored
Keeping us here
Not flung off in space
Like some errant trapeze
Just might

It should bolster our hope
Not leave us floundering lost
Like a ship at sea
With no land in sight
But we are also not a tree
Anchored by roots
We are the very beings
That create the light
Where our reality and shadows meet
We are the Earth .