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Ideas III

Trans-form-ation can be difficult, messy and hard work. How did we get here? ********* “Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt.” Juvenal, (c. AD 100) ********* “Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. ” George Orwell, AuthorContinue reading “Ideas III”

The Butterfly in Honored Dust

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly — Written by Emily Dickinson

Dinosauria, We

Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefullyContinue reading “Dinosauria, We”

Ideas II

Something is being said! What choice will you make?

Butterfly

Butterfly delicate butterfly Fleeting everywhere Like a million stars in the sky Prancing here and there. * Butterfly delicate butterfly Disguised in a dozen colors Taking a leap so high Letting go all the fears. Butterfly delicate butterfly For a journey such as yours With every moment passing by Your tiny mind matures. * ButterflyContinue reading “Butterfly”

Ideas

Something is being said! What are your ideas?

Thinking of a Master Plan

My favorite artist of all-time died in the month of April on the night of the cherry moon. For some reason during the same timeframe, I felt inspired to start writing what I called the “The Master Plan” for a nation at the “cross roads” being challenged, in response to the current state of civilContinue reading “Thinking of a Master Plan”

TRANS-form-ATION

CREATION TAKES TIME UNVEILING TAKES TIME

The Butterfly

I killed a butterfly today then tried to write a poem I don’t know why I did it It died without a home It struck me as compelling as I recalled what my parents used to say be mindful of your surroundings a flap of butterfly wings can change a day * I thought littleContinue reading “The Butterfly”

What Do We Do—Now

We mourn, we bless, we blow, we wail, we wind—down, we sip, we spin, we blind, we bend, bow & hem. We hip, we blend, we bind, we shake, we shine, shine. We lips & we teeth, we praise & protest. We document & we drama. We demand & we flow, fold & hang loose.Continue reading “What Do We Do—Now”