in my hand
i hold a match
the last match
from the box
dare me to light it
see what will burn
your soft lips
surround my dare
contain the fire
inside and invite
in my hand
I was watching news commentary about V.P. Pence’s trip to Europe and his message to NATO. The Vice President had a different message for NATO than what they had been hearing from President Trump when he was campaigning. The question came up as to whom we should believe when Trump says one thing and someone speaking on his behalf says another thing. The commentator suggested that this may be the Trump administration using the old business strategy of “good cop, bad cop” and he remarked that Trump may be a bad actor and type cast the bad cop, but he is good at it…..He’s as good as Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada…..And it led to this………
At one time or another we all put up walls around our heart
Maybe to protect what we feel we have with a special one
Perhaps it is to shield from pain we feel headed our way
Think what type of wall do you have when you are done.
It followed me from Brighton
up to the South Downs Way
staying well behind me
but close enough, I’d say
I know that it was with me
though when e’er I turned around
it always made itself quite scarce
as no trace of it I found
Rail Punk tells me
Jimi Hendrix killed Kurt Cobain.
Ballard is a gentrified oasis,
where Shiba Inus relax in coffee houses
dining vegan and gluten-free.
I saw a BMW rolling down Aurora Avenue
while a man pushing his life in a grocery cart
crossed the street. I had a thought
but lost it, as the traffic light turned red
and I realized I’d missed my chance.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me,
I see a frog,
He hops on a log.
His eyes are big.
His skin is clammy.
Trapped in Schism
Secret held in clever folding paper sleeves
Only skin deep perception
To my chagrin, winter’s not over yet…
And to welcome the day heavy white
We went on a long walk to Lewes
Along the old Drovers way
Following the ancient Trail of Juggs
on a wonderful sunny day
For her I dance,
Spinning and cavorting
Listening to the music
She creates in my heart
When once solid ground shifts beneath my feet
I search for solace in all I‘ve known before
Capricious sacrifice, blood and ink compete
Raw emotions rage, unrelenting mentor
I steal my kiss back
and give it to you
take it keep it
plant it drop it
into the deep blue sea
do we trust
its pool below
to swallow us
Hanging in stains, flecked with golden thread.
Dead to the world, a tapping
A symbol of time!
Chiming, a drop in the ocean
A notion frozen in crystals of tears.
This winter’s morn white mist shields
the glen and country lane.
The picket fence between me
and the road blends and
culminates with symmetry of
The above link is to a Twitter post by former Secretary of Labor, Robert Reich. The post is a conversation between him and a former GOP congressman –
“I spoke w/ my friend, a former GOP congressman, who’s as worried as I am about Trump’s mental state & potential ties to Russian operatives.”
What then follows is a script of the dialogue. The former GOP congressman asserts that the Republicans are waiting for him to implode, but before he does, they are using his reality television behavior and White House circus as a smoke screen so they can ram through as much of their agenda as they can without that becoming a focal point of the media who is now hanging on Trump’s every word and act. After I read the script….it led to this….
When the storm clouds are all around me, and there seems no place to hide
My soul cries out to Jehovah God and I reach deep down inside.
For it is deep inside my soul I find provision everlasting
Knowing Jehovah Jireh is always ready to provide.
Your sleep deprived eyes.
Your love-filled smile.
for just a smile,
I went on to keep
you waiting for a long time
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Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight
After watching todays Press conference that was as much improv as it was impromptu, I watched the post-Press conference analysis on CNN, Trump’s arch enemy. I heard Jake Trapper, a CNN political analyst include this in his statement -“But then instead of focusing on his accomplishments and offering an optimistic, positive view of what he’s doing for this country, it was an airing of grievances. It was Festivus.” A presidential press conference was compared to an episode of a sitcom. There is nothing comical about this situation….but it did lead to this…..
I am mesmerized by what I am watching on television every day. I’ve never seen anything like this before and it is hard for me to take my eyes off of it. It unfolds like fiction or a movie, but it is all too real. I just heard 45 say that none of his predecessors engaged the Russians in a positive friendly manner and “look how that’s worked out.” The last time I checked America is still The Land Of The Free. I don’t think 45 has really assessed the risk.
At last there is a beam of light
Coming from your being
Years of wear and tear have brought
The sight that you are seeing
You’ve tried to keep the past contained
Believing you’re okay
Finally you’ve seen the truth
You’re calling it a day.