Neutral gray walls
Neutral gray walls
Good boss
Adequate paycheck
Few words
No fights
Long quiet hours
Peace.
Just you
Typing
Alone
With your demons.
Tag Archives: peace
floating
I had a wonderful break. I’d tell you all about my awkward adventures but I have to catch up on work! O_O
everything is weightless here
rocks lift water
water supports leaves
a stick, hooked on a rock, held by the current, forever nods
creek cups air
air elevates clouds
effortless
gentle
trickling, wet plashes, and bloops
tender caressing breeze
leaves float downstream
leaves stick in gullies
leaves collect on the bank
i too sit weightless
being nothing is easy
i don’t mind the rocks underneath
neither do they mind me
the clouds in the sky
churn
ever mixing, never blending
overwhelming blue
swallows us all
creek, rocks, sticks, leaves, and me
beyond the hill sounds Dragon Fire
a Heavy Breathing Hot Air Balloon
Inflates into view
guess nobody told them
they don’t need to try so hard
to float
Zen Waterfall
Electronic waterfall.
Zen you can buy.
Tiny.
Tinkling of elf bells.
Chinese water torture.
Tickling trickling.
Unwavering, relentless.
Uncomfortable.
Wetly cold.
Miniaturized peace.
Better than nothing.
Inconstant creek
Sun warmed
Life leaves ripples in the sound.
The water cavitates
Deeper bubbles.
Little granite cave
Darker tone.
Weighty cascade
Runs over boulders
As it pleases or not at all.
Alive.
Against the Next War
In response to CafePhilos’s call to make peace viral. A noble effort, and worth a try. Please give his post a read.
Trying to do a slam-style poem. I really hope the audio turned out OK on this. Apologies if it’s too quiet, I’m still figuring out how to make videos.
If I imagine them
Taking my brother away to war
I shatter.
I don’t want to lose anyone.
Especially not to something as stupid
As war.
Maybe you like the idea of war
Because you’ve confused real life with action movies.
Maybe you hate another group of people for what they have done.
I can’t convince you to forgive another’s atrocities
That is something you must grow into on your own.
But I can beg you this:
When dogs of war bark
Don’t feed them.
You will be told it is the honorable thing
To die for your country.
You will be told you have enemies abroad
Monsters in human flesh.
But the monsters are in your back yard
Baying for blood.
Don’t
feed
them.
You will be told
That if you love your family
You will abandon it
And submit yourself to the state.
Give up your mind, body, and soul
To be consumed.
Don’t feed them.
You will be called weak
You will be called subversive
You will be stamped
Kicked
Drowned
Thrown into jail
Dumped in the gutter.
Still,
don’t feed them.
They will scream about the chaos
Unleashed in the world
They will plead for your aid
They will put weeping women before you
They will show you the bodies of children
They will appeal to your humanity.
But if you join them
You become the monster.
You will rape the women
You will bomb the children
You will force them all into the machines.
Don’t feed them.
They offer you money
Insurance for your families
Early retirement.
Ask your wife how she feels
When you go abroad.
She may smile then, proud and supportive,
But when she gets the letter,
Insurance will be a cold comfort
A reminder
That her loved one was eaten alive.
Don’t feed them.
The politicians get fatter.
The generals get fatter.
Our fearless leaders
Have little to lose.
What is noble
About sacrificing yourself for these people?
Are they so wise, so just?
They have enough.
Don’t feed them.
Fresh Hell 