adventures in uselessness

Whenever that 3 AM impulseStirs me free of fitful sleepAnd urges me to clear the air,and clear my name,set records straight It does me good to knowTwo truths: Were it merely a matterOf my innocence provedThe King of the UniverseWould never deign die.No number of layersCould peel back revealingClean clothes at my core Or yield perfect surface.There are not enough curtainsTo obscure my sins;No blanket thick enoughTo cover spilt blood…Save One. And – War-makers will beat whateverOld plowshares deemed fitFor…

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Here are we, adrifting In a wake of rippled words Our self-made maelstrom wav’ring While it drowns aloud our slurs In awe of all remains unknown Enraged at what we willed unseen Despair of that which time has shown In terror of our mirroring It’s here our hearts were hollowed out By one-too-many show of tears Till, to a man, each heartache seemed a merely thin and sick veneer Yet, here are we, adrifting All the salt licked off our…

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Are we our intentions? Are we our effect? Am I what I said, Or am I what I meant? Are we what has happened? Are we what we choose? Are we what we have? What we lost? What we’ll lose? Am I my feelings, My faces, my words? Am I things that I like: beer, music, and birds? Am I what I think, Or who others think of? Are we who we hate, Or who we claim to love? Am…

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YesterdayI met good fightersSmelled the blessed coffee filtersHeard his unborn heart a-thumpin’Felt like all’s on track TodayI caught the petals openSmelled of spring – ah, she’s a-comin’Felt the warmth of sunlit fingersPressing on my back It’s trueI’ve not had that much practiceAnticipating future gladnessBut as Tomorrow bodes its hopeI learn to hone joy’s craft

-//- Big and blue Drowns out deluge Dry, cracked clouds For a saturated mind. Far below I’m growing spine – the bones a child left Behind -//-