BRIDGING WORDS

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

There is going gradually insane

There is even shelter from time to time
Maybe a canopy for the truth
(plagued by frauds)
Which is no one’s fault
They’ve only themselves to blame

Then there’s underneath the bridge
Which can be made to stay longer on the way
This particular variety’s imaginary
The idea is (was) to get homeless and insanity
To sound like the other
The words themselves to feel like the other
Roll off the tongue unnoticed
That way it’s easier to press closer
And everyone sounds mad

Then... create a subjective world
Where insanity is like apple pie
And only stares upon the grunt

The powers that be manipulating the machinations
Shall inevitably end up completely insane themselves
But with such influences upon language
They’ll continue to mock the destitute

Then… when all are reasonably and completely insane
We’ll not be able to tell the damn difference
This madness is the only kind we know

© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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LET US NOT LOOK UPON

Rest your igniting treachery within this world.
Give respite to the heart beating `neath the stone.
Gaze upon the earth’s laurels for a time,
Reflect upon the beautiful light of the harvest moon,
Recall the wonder of lights swimming over the ice,
Reach for the song of nature’s awakening.

I will meet you there my friend upon the vast waters.
I will meet you upon the glorious mountains.
I will meet you upon the mighty shore.
I will meet you there, at peace in the valley of man.
We'll exchange the most magnificent of songs,
And with one another trade glimmering humanity.

Come!
Let us not look upon hunger thanking God we're not
For we are my friend; our living is empty.

Give to them not a beggar’s insult
But instead feed of them.
Nourish them as you would your offspring.
Nourish them as you would a dear friend.
Look into the hunger and exchange goodness.
Quench their need and you'll extinguish your own,
Give them drink and you will no more be parched,
Exchange with them your most magnificent song
Trade with them your glimmering hope.

Come!
Let us not waste this, our humanity,
In the breath and mastery of war


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THE INVISIBLE CANOPY

They lay upon the streets
Choking on their own.
Mounds of people
Desolate in their being.

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Kicked in the gut;
Split like lumber.
This is a home.
Animals have a home.

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Boxes propped up in the rain.
Empty cans rot.
Feeding is done.
Could they have hunger?
Is it ours that they’re hungry?

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Displaced assassination.
Soul tainted by remark.
Hold. The starving soul echoes back
And lives in our queried gaze.
Is this anyone’s “life”?

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Shoes leaking dirt on new snow.
Fingers hold paper canopy
Encasing country’s dishonor.
This is not a life, is it?
I think it is best to live.

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Perhaps the hand will move.
Will hope spring?
Will death take notice of this?
Will the good in man change them?
Will our naked shame bow softly?
Will we course this toward nurturing?
Will the hope of man succumb to hunger?
Will the pride of man not rip itself from within?
Might it begin?
Has it now?

Wait.

And breathe in again.
Men, women, and children; living ghosts,
Alleyways of mankind infested with distrust,
Cursing the self bending through our streets
Of our cities and towns to our own expense.
We needn’t turn away in shame, or fear of this;
Fingernails caked in dirt, soiled clothes and hair.
Run from it and it rests with you.
Mock it and it returns within you.
Spit upon it and you stir death.
Attempt to remedy; hope, love, salvation
And you turn its hastening back.

Wait.

And breathe in again.
We know these stooped forms are among us.
We know the hand extended is not in greed.
We know we needn’t fear its power,
Unless we are soulless and more in need of seeking.
Hope shall soar.
Death will perceive.
The good of man shall foster change.
These bones and faces
Are found in every man.
These hopes and despair
Frequent the soul’s café
Drinking in the fullness of grace.

Wait.

And breathe in again.
We must believe in the true nature.
We must hope for the caressing of our beings,
Beckoning man’s better self, his courage,
That it might rise up, swell within to champion,
Take hold our slipped fingers in desire of betterment,
Prayers of expectant selfless endeavors,
Freedom to ring not hollow,
But thunderous in the flattered ears of politicians!
Booming through the streets of home,
Piercing and raucous about this world,
Man summoning to man on these cold streets!
As we meander nearer the darkness,
Nearer the end,
Many will have gleaned over before we know
Our echo's come `round again.
Man cannot wait, not upon the streets
Of new snow…

...breathe in again.





Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman




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WILL WAR FOR FOOD

-OSLO (Reuters) - Humans are responsible for the worst spate of extinctions since the dinosaurs and must make unprecedented extra efforts to reach a goal of slowing losses by 2010, a U.N. report said on Monday. "...In effect, we are currently responsible for the sixth major extinction event in the history of earth, and the greatest since the dinosaurs disappeared, 65 million years ago," said the 92-page Global Biodiversity Outlook 2 report.-



Before the makeshift homes give way,
Before the cannon’s echo traces day,
We should recall
The memory of loss,
Shrink back of its ache.
Countrymen falter not this;
Your calling to higher good,
To lofty stillness,
To greater wish and reverence
Not gnashing feint nemesis
Cuffing the burnish of childhood.
Long before vultures pace this outline
Or bear awakes from this our ample slumber,
Before the streets of return stay murky,
Before dreams of the earth quiver,
Turn back this march,
Signal end to this our rage
And overwhelm vengeance in this age.



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