Sonnet ~ Tuesday, 2017 March 28

arguments for the sake of liberty

rarely occur within a fourteen line 

gamut of poetic exposition,

urgent as the need to dethrone thirty

murderous tyrants who govern our lands

egregiously with harsh penalties, fines,

nefarious acts, as executions

transpire and exile for those who incite 

revolt in the kingdom of golden sand,

excellent are they who fight oligarchs 

guaranteed protection by lash-bearers

noted for their contempt of anarchic 

usurpers in their attempt to empower

memorable rebels against red kites

The High Road ~ Monday, 2017 March 27

The I that is me is not this body. Like a book on the shelf I am content to appear as the spirit found in words on the page whether genteel or bawdy. It matters not a whit whether you choose to judge my appearance with malcontent complaints. I will choose to ignore your words of abuse while I seek out the high road. As a mirror projects the words you choose to describe your discontent with others, I move beyond your transgressions. I seek the high road of success and find others like me abused by words who choose to seek out a higher ground and faith in the high road.

"Out of Sight, Out of Mind" ~ Thursday, 2017 March 16

once dead, now forgotten by family and close friends, not a kind word spoken,

bury or burn the corpse in order to move on, in order to progress,

insult to injury, add or subtract, to speak truth against villainy,

testify to witness, to bear the weight of smoke, passing in flight, broken 

underneath suspension bridges, over rivers, through valleys, past shadows

silent during daylight, hidden within darkness, speechless since without breath

fornication left none to follow his footsteps, walk a mile in his shoes,

ugly soulless wingtips, flightless, without feathers, egrets without regrets,

solo with a sibling, with loquacious parents, sparrows in the rainy

clouds of thunderous chatter, striking violent bolts like gods against mortals,

uisce beatha, water of life, aqua vitae, his breath like peat meadows,

sugar turns alcohol sweet, fortified port wine, tawny, ruby for health 

tripping trinkle tinkle every night after work bottom shelf with the blues,

erroneous accounts cover up the disease with familial lies,

suffer in ignorance, in adolescent fear, the love of an angry

tormented patriarch, hateful, spiteful teacher, full of silent quarrels,

injured and insulted, the boy becomes a man, forgives guilt, never cries,

suffers the shame of tears in lonesome solitude, in life, a ghost, hungry

Resplendent at Twilight ~ Thursday, 2017 March 2

"Resplendent at Twilight"

Fuck Shit Up were a group of skinheads in high school who found community under the auspices of the straightedge movement from bands like Minor Threat, generating a scene by starting a music label, Dischord Records, acting out of DC, even kids in Cali saw opportunity zipping off all their hair with a pair of clippers, then shaving their heads clean, if they were boys, but girls wore bangs, side locks, neck locks and the rest clipped down short.

Misfits like Mario never felt the appeal to seek outside his tribe, align with the wrong clique and the group dynamic hedges against his bet, resolved to the win-win strategy where none lose when they fight without swords, games where all can profit, even minorities like Mario makes friends if he shaves off his hair and wears a flight jacket, his steel-toe boots look mean, negate the bigotry of the majority outside of his cohort.

Welcome to religion, an alternative faith, a military vibe, against the discipline of the ROTC, junior or otherwise, lacking in leverage, they gain in unity a power not found alone, kick down the doors and run like hooligans abroad, thugs always find the ends entertaining enough to make the means worthwhile, violence makes his eyes resplendent at twilight, sinking his teeth down deep to tear flesh from the bone.