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The prayer that crosses my lips
most often
is one word,
“Lord…”
said quietly,
or strongly,
or pleading.
It’s followed, then,
by fear,
or longing,
or, on rare occasions,
with peace.

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It’s muggy in the stairwell,
down at the bottom where the cool air won’t reach.
Through the window umbrellas turn inside out
and the clear noon darkness goes hazy
in sheets.

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Overwhelmed in the ruins
Standing naked before the world
Self-declared holy fool, enveloped by the nothing
Pursuing the everything

There is no Fool’s Journey
No past removed, no future attained
Only the all that is before all things

Such foolishness, dismissed, elusive
There is only the journey toward the Fool

Lazy Blogging

I admit I’ve been a lazy blogger. As of late the only things posted here are my delicious links, often without any commentary at all. Well, the noise ratio may be increasing shortly. See, I just recently heard about NaPoWriMo. Yep, that’s National Poetry Writing Month. I’m going to give it a shot. I’ve hardly written any poetry in years, but it feels like a fun thing to try. Now, I’m also notorious for not finishing what I start, so you may just end up with 3 days worth of poems, then nothing. And I may not post everything I write. If I’m convinced it’s shit, then I’ll spare you and your scroll-wheel finger.

So, fair warning, even greater pretentiousness is coming, starting tomorrow. Until then, I’ll leave you with this, from Li Po:

Confessional

There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.

If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.

Behind her curtains
embroidered with lotuses,
how could I refuse
the temptation of her advances?

Vote

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Vote
Use your voice
Make your choice
Take down the psychopathic power structure
Replace it with another
less diseased?
We’ll see

In a system built on violence every vote’s an affirmation
an attestation
a confirmation
that you believe in the system
That violence (when used by the right people) can make things better

In a system that is sick every vote’s an infection
A blind eye to every inspection
forced at the end of a gun

At the heart of every law is a threat
That it doesn’t matter where your heart’s set
All will comply, one by one

That they will push and pull and take you where they will
And if you stand still
They will break you down with their billy clubs and tear gas

Because the people have spoken
Your bones may be broken
For the majority have placed you in the criminal class

You see…

There is an arrogance to creating a law
Saying you know better than me what’s best for me

But I’m not looking for confrontation
I don’t want to tear you down when you try to build a better world
I just want you to see like I see
That your better world is built on bones

When you choose between the left and the right
When you fight the good fight
When you try to make a sick system kill a little slower than before

I know your heart is true
But in a system built to subdue
Your heart can be used up to feed the lust for gore

And I’m sorry
I don’t have the answers
I can’t say what can replace this Empire

See, I fear the Empire sickness
Will always be with us
Much like Christ said of the poor

So I try to speak from a place of love
Standing at the bottom, always looking above
And explain why I will not pick up your ballot shaped sword

Gabe Harrell – Vote.mp3