Collateral Dammage
George Bush!
I’d like to pin open his eyes
like Alex in Clockwork Orange
make him focus
on every charred child
every mourning mother,
every purple-blood soaked brother
sprawled on the streets of Falluja,
every warped, melted,
broken piece of iron,
every street covered
shattered black burnt glass
and grey ash
in Ramadi or Mosul,
every shrapnel torn innocent
shredded in a million
pieces of flesh
and kidney, and intestine,
and brain, and lung, and heart,
splattered on the walls,
the doors, the windows---
another syncopated life ---
the ashened earth,
even in his
Green Zone.
And bind his hands
behind his back
so he can’t cover his ears,
and make him listen
to the screeching,
the helpless babe
yanking his bloodied,
smashed, decapitated,
unmovable mother's
corpse, and all the screaming
and crying and
grief stricken howls
from elongated
contorted naked faces
of families un-made
by yet another IED blast,
another trigger happy soldier
or another laser guided,
GPS guided, mis-guided
“smart” bomb off target.
Collateral dammage...
Straight from alabaster D.C.
A Cry to Saint Paul
A Cry to Saint Paul
(Forms of Love)
I feel blue, Paul, unhappy and quite sad,
in the future, hopefully, quite happy.
The Present summons quite a rainy day.
I am looking for a sweet special home
where love is a sphere and is infinite.
It ends where it began --- at the center:
BANG! BANG! BANG!
blown in all directions: infinitely ---
the universe is a sphere. It explodes.
But hatred implodes --- all light causes cancer;
all darkness causes hypothermia.
Neutral Light --- White --- balances positives
with negatives. Zero is the formless
dimension. THAT plasma is the true divine blood:
true plasma, not like the quasi-plasma
we call water. Water is OUR life source.
Life is matter that sheds light on life.
An explosion does not produce a void,
subtraction creates void and a vacuum,
which, sucks out love and replaces eternity
with ending. There are seven forms of love
(maybe eight, maybe nine, maybe ten).
One love is blessing of everything;
another form is love of nothingness.
Jesus’ blood turned the cross to a rose ---
Peter's love turned the rose to a cross.
John Lennon dared us to "Imagine" peace:
Aeschylus said pain dripped and dropped wisdom
against our will with God's awesome will.
"My dear God, Robert Kennedy has been shot!"
MLK knew inverse operation:
disappointment, then sadness, then anger
then
LOSS
OF
control.
Subtract then add: pride, humility, love.
Hearts expand: control then out of control,
in every direction. Memphis Blues.
The pain is eternal, but it will end
where it began: infinite charity!
Love is a sphere, not a cube not a string.
Find a place to stand and you can move IT:
THE UNMOVABLE PRIME MOVER
this is why I keep shedding all these tears:
I want to go home, but I want to stay.
I love you so I let you go, but you
kill me with your subtraction; therefore I
punish you by keeping you with me, now.
Eternity is far too long to live.
But I love you so; I won't let you go ---
PLEASE DON'T GO!
But it is your choice: you'll choose to stay or go.
I feel blue, Paul, unhappy and quite sad.
I feel --- SOMETHING --- tell Lee I miss him, and
the rain will come because love still hurts me!
If I could only love only myself
I could have imploded and seen only
me, or I could explode, expand scatter
and find perfect freedom and perfect love.
Then, still, I would be unmoved and unloved
because I would be perfectly alone.
I am alone in the Sun; love moves me.
I feel colorful, Paul, happy and glad.
Tell Lee I miss him, and I feel sorry.
