Monday, May 08, 2006

"Gifted people that take their lives are spirits of the universe simply exiting the world, letting their words be heard somewhere else."
To The Patriots

Tattered flags flap then sag
stained stars and unraveled threads
we represent.
Wisps of wind and rain
we send
symbolize our name
as it descends in the eyes of the world.
Power monsters devour
wealth mongers hoarde
and waste...
away like the stripes that fade
from the solar rays
our people project on the monitor
throughout the days.
If only we'd communicate
paint our names the bright colors
we love to wave
let the people explain
democracy our founders sought
tell the world we're not all monsters
the conquering
the killing must stop
let our stripes be sewn tight
our stars shine bright
and peace be given to all!
A Peace of Kindergarten

Wring the wrongs
from this right wash rag
twisted in my white hands
bleeding bright through dirt
the color of the blue earth
spoken words smeared,
merely inert
creativity colored flesh
this intriguing mess
of smiling faces are contagious
eyes wide and round,
like the rug held down
by fifteen bright paperweights
wiggling, waiting to create.
Days pass like pages turned
and letters traced
squiggly curves trying to replicate
but each minute is different
each mistake is a lesson
we naturally contemplate.