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floating

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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

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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

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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.