Sunday, March 20, 2011

La Résistance

Photo by James Rainsford
Submitted for "Picture Prompt Challenge" at

Visionaries and Missionaries
                The forefront fodder they spew
The stew of influential transition, change
                A foregone conclusion

¡Viva la Revolución!

Humanity under gods and generals
                Renaissance men of self proclaimed nobility
                Ignorant to the ways and means
Instincts vanished on how “to be”

To be
Free, as the winged ones

                As the albatross against the wind
                Knows it will prevail

                As the tom, in seasonal transition
                Amidst confusion
                Struts for the correct mate

                As the hawk
                Respectful hunter
                Appreciates the meal for its young

                As the eagle
                Rises and has vantage
                Reaches perspective, clarity

                As the owl
                Wise and graceful
                ‘Neath the moon, passes into age

                As the raven, on pine and needle
                His caw
                A cadaverous eulogy

But we
Lost, as the appendage ones

Most cognizant of all the living
Fear death throughout life
Stay grounded, sans perspective
Embrace apathy, tucked safely in nests





Our Revolutions, our lives
Are lies.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Pickett's Charge

Fore Fathers drawing paths with pens
Precedence prior to grounded feet, or dry ink on paper
Youthful indoctrination, bathe the babe
Embedded longing for autonomous coupling

Pauper to Prince

Illusions and tunnel visions, white horses
Slaying personal demons, kissing frogs
Trials and tribulations for fairytale prizes:
Non-existential sleeping beauties, open eyes

Tending to the army, clones we create
               Lost in secession:
               The Self, The Cause
Stagnate States in the maths of our mind

A House, multiply and divide

Have we no civility, chivalry?
These wars fought in two story castles
               Upon fields in our backyards, lawns
Artillery fire via formerly friendly mouths

A portrait that hangs on Stonewall:
Painting of our blue and grey dispositions
Still frame of echoed arguments, repercussions
High watermark dreams without fruition

Frontline sights and smells,
Front porch smoke plumes
                Skirmish ash remnants, the fumes
From a once fine cigar


The cannon fodder we serve
Mindless drivel for the cerebellum
               Severing the farce Union we longed to create
Slaves to our own institutions

Fall in line

Carry the sword from diamond stone
Worshipping coins sans accountability
Congratulations and Salutations are in order

Sign here, Pendragon
Ex-Calibur strikes true

Welcome to Camelot

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Apes of Wrath

Primates who migrate the ages,
Darwin & Steinbeck’s pages
Appendages, on bended knees
Losing touch with origin, these disenchanted species

Chasing their evolutionary tale
Twist to the petty, one fortnight war machine
Pretty pennies, celebrities
Misguided revolutions : Revelation, 14:19

Foolish monks

Draw lines in sand;
               Dig for treasure, sever thine own tree
for black liquid vice, negate sea ice
Consume the coffee, yet spill the beans

A chimp off Life’s building blocks
Day of Reckoning:
               Poor Farm Animals
               Versus Millionaire Baboons

Fearing Holy Ghost of Tom Joad
These apathetic apes, the chain’s apex
Traded RNA and DNA
for “TNA” and TNT

As the willow weeped, the wind did sweep
The Dust Bowl, now clean
Out of reason, out of mind
Lost ourselves in the Hollywood and Vine

Atomic timeline
“We” became “I”