Alaskan Lady

                         Dainty when she wants, wanting nothing when free;
                                  land of the northern lights dancing.

                        Twirling in her pants or dress, laughing with life;
                                   land of salmon jumping with need.

                        A land hard and raw, physical binding, faces blush red of the cold;
                                   land of vastness supreme.

                        At 85 she was hardy, shovel in hand, smashing the cow moose with speed,
                                   saving her dog, or saving her husband;
                                    land of real women, that's for me.

                                                             Dorchester Mass...

                                           chipped stone of marble in a pile made,
                                                     flaking away the natural,
                                                     revealing a statue made.

                                           a visual reminder of faith cut in stone,
                                                    peaceful, smooth, stable,
                                      standing free in a country founded on freedom.

                                       mounting evidence shows a need for something.
                                                  those seeking Jesus know,
                                         even my AA friends have serenity of prayer.

                                                     seemingly shattered,
                                                   severed head scattered,
                                              pieces on the ground reveal our humanity.

                                                anger rears its ugly head,
                                              while inside I know the answer,
                                     what is done is of this world and of this world
                                             what Jesus has said is alive and brings the soul residing inside,
                                                           peace.
                     

Interesting pathology, Robin, I agree. I remember writing something about a related case some years back, in which I thought the metal sword a nice touch:

At 2:17 a.m. yesterday morning outside Saint Joachim and Saint Anne Parish on Hollis Avenue near 217th Lane in Queens Village, Kevin Davy, 25, of 217-06 104th Avenue, while armed with a shotgun, tire iron and metal sword, damaged and decapitated a statue of Saint Anne and the Virgin Mary. The defendant is being held in police custody at Mary Immaculate Hospital...
"I think the spirit pulled him here," Chantal Dalva said of Mr. Davy. "Just think. He could have gotten to one of those houses and killed people," she said, pointing at nearby homes.

Thanks for reading Tom and for the word pathology, one of those words leading to expose what it is we really are trying to see.
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                                                        Heavy Sky

                 Window clean, worn smooth from sight,
                                        letting in darkness,
                                                 letting in light.

                                                 Frosty from cold,
                                                       hot from heat,
                                                              reflecting innermost dalliances,
                                                                          voyeur tries to find.

                           This morning it is the whiteness,
                                      witness to sinking thought;
                                      earth copulating with cloud,
                                      child expose to I.

                                                               Wiping away nothing,
                                                                             no tears,
                                                                             no laughter,
                                                                             no matter to the scene,
                                                                             leaving me to wonder,
                                                                             will there ever be another spring?
                       
                                         

Blood In the Water

                          WWII, they fed.
                          Nazi wolves prowled deep, sinking steel teeth into steel,
                                    sinking ships so death and sharks could feed.

                          History replete with such meals of the sea,
                          from Greece to Russia,
                                 America to Norway,
                                 sharks have had their way.

                          Italy takes a modern turn,
                          Costa Concordia turning her keel to the sky, revealing her belly to those that feed.
                          Not to sharks swimming by below, but to grey striped suits and black ties of greed.

                          Lawyers; land sharks all, smell blood of malfeasance, as they circle the survivors who too,
                                                            feel the greed.
                         

                                                              Colors

                                   Colored: Slang for nigger, jigaboo, sambo, black,
                                   Red neck portrayal of ignorance, gun blue color of steel, white faced red covered anger,
                                   Yellow eyed devils died by the thousands after they bombed Hawaiian gray ships.

                                   Raising the colors over a battleground of hate,
                                   Iwo Jima was just one place.

                                   Battlegrounds around the world, be it of mind or physical, colors combine.
                                   Blue and white of Israel,
                                   Red, white, green of Iran.
                                   Each and every country has colors they can understand.

                                  Oakland occupy of hate, another battle for all to see,
                                  to see the red, white, and blue burn,
                                  leaving behind the common color of gray.

                                 Humanity loves its colors, especially in a horrible way,
                                 proving it cannot see, view, or understand peace,
                                 blind in ignorance and hate.

'What makes killing wrong?'  Walter Sinnott-Armstrong, Franklin G. Miller. Journal of Medical Ethics.
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                                                      "a loving mother would put a pillow over its face..."
                                                       a disabled child given the sentence by those with control over fate,
                                                       are you alive Virginia Ironside?

                                                       scientists with their degrees of thought speak their right,
                                                       showing a side of what I disagree,
                                                       dealing thorough as Hitler,
                                                       about a human body.

                                                       much can be written, spoken, felt, about morality,
                                                       much has been written, spoken, felt, about morality,
                                                       much of mankind is broken, especially concerning morality.

                                                       in the first sentence, the picture is clear,
                                                       "a loving mother would put a pillow over its face,"
                                                      'it' being the operative word of a disabled child,
                                                       unable to voice complaint.

                                                       to call a human bearing the banner of life-
                                                       be they good, strong, or vibrant
                                                                   evil, sick, or old,-
                                                                          a 'it,'
                                                               that is a huge disgrace.
         

                                                                                                            cold breeze tells the lights warmth it is a lie,

                                                                                                               softly moving the forgotten web strand,

                                                                                                                    the only movement in the window,

                                                                                                                        where I once saw her smile.

                                                                                                                                         

condoms fly from the rooftop,
fluttering from their box,
seeking the heads of catholic school girls trying to listen.

a shout out,
a shout down,
all a part of life,
never to know what the bar code was,
on the condoms cardboard box
only knowing with using condoms filled with air,
they float through the air as if containing life.

condoms fly from the rooftop
fluttering from their box
seeking the heads of catholic school girls
as if containing life

Tom, I enjoyed your view of the poem.

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                                                      California Confusion

                                 At the grocery there was a nice man,
                                 wearing a tag spelling Bob,
                                 checking wares on a never ending black band.

                                 Holding the plant with confusion on his face,
                                 yelling to the next tag named Bill,
                                 "How much is sweet anise?"

                                  Suppressing a grin,
                                  my ears took in,
                                  "Lets meet after five, you can buy me a gin..."

                                                        Did You See It?

                                   Busy with eyes open wide, life flows by so fast.
                                   From the moment we wake to the time we sleep,
                                           we get closer to the day we die.

                                   Listening and looking, trying our choices, trying the virtues, trying life.
                                   Everyday is new,
                                   everyday is different,
                                   today I saw God and cried.

                                   He was a little baby held in his mothers arm,
                                   gurgling and cooing with open tiny eyes.

                                   I looked around to see if maybe I made a mistake,
                                   only see God again,
                                   this time a bit different.
                                   It was a lady helping an old man get up from his chair,
                                   her smile came directly from heaven.

                                   Confusion now as they all appeared human,
                                   yet the glow from them was true.
                                   I've been told God does not exist yet in front of me stood proof.

                                   Yes, I saw God today, and it was good.
                                   I saw God today with my heart and cried today,
                                   open your heart and you will too.

                                                                   Birth Control

                                                Unable to control my birth,
                                                                         my words,
                                                                         myself.

                                                Grown into what I am,
                                                                         a man filled with opinion,
                                                                                  filled with emotion,
                                                                                  filled with self.

                                                 Control: A loss of freedom,
                                                                loss of reason,
                                                                loss of self.

                                                 Birth: A gain of beauty,
                                                            gain of reason,
                                                            gain of self.

                                                 Welcome babies, welcome all, welcome to this world,
                                                            may you too,
                                                            find your chance,
                                                            find yourself.

                                                            Bill Maher

                                          Late at night, shrouded by darkness, the lights shine upon him.
                                          Calling upon the powers of math and science, the audience smiles.

                                          Like a dog wringing water by shaking,
                                                 a skunk spraying in defense,
                                                 a fish jumping for the fly,
                                          this man is showing what he means to this world,
                                          living in his own version of pretend.

                                          Applaud and clap for this man as he shows the ignorant side of man,
                                          laugh and whistle,                                  hoot and stomp,
                                                                        yell and shout,
                                                       even join the club of pretend he lives in.
                                          HBO, Showtime, Starz, and all the rest relying on lies to pretend.

                                                                         What?
                                                                 There is no power?
                                                                Asteroids and disaster?
                                                               Food shortages and war?
                                                                  Disease and death?

                                                   Thousands of people on bended knee of prayer,
                                                          knowing Truth and true logic now,
                                                           never even thinking...
                                                  Where are those masters of pretend now?
                                                       
                 

                                                           Who Ya Gonna Call

                                         Fuck the po-lice! Pig fucking fucks...
                                         Fuck the man! Greedy fucking man...
                                         Fuck the priests! Child molesting freaks...
                                         Fuck you!
                                         Fuck me!
                                         Fuck the world plan!

                                         "Ya'll want a single? Fuck that fuck that shit," (a line from Korn)
                                         Fuck, fuck, FuCk,fUcK, fuuuuuuuuuck!
                                          Listen now to a bubbling brook,
                                          flowing over stubborn, hard rock,
                                         while a crow caws out another sunrise...

                                          Listen now to how it is when you're old enough to understand.

                                          Burn the flag, throw feces and urine at your fellow man,
                                          yell,
                                          rebel,
                                          take your misguided stand.

                                          What one does has no impact on a universe,
                                          one grander than grand.
                                          What one does impacts most the one that does not understand.
                                         
                                          Rocks will tumble,
                                          planets will fall,
                                          lightning will strike from the sky,
                                          no matter what mankind does there still remains a need inside for them to call.

                                           Even the most evil dictator needed his/her calm.
                                          Where does this calm exist?
                                           Only you can try,
                                            try calling calm.