Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I Love my Country, but Not so Much my Government

My Country is a Beautiful Idea
an Image from Long Past in my Forgotten Childhood Memories
a Love I Long to Seduce
a Hope for a Better Life
a Promise of a Better World
a Dream that I Reach Out to Caress
to Breath in and Hold
with a Gentle Sigh.

My Government is Shit.

My Country is a Flower in Bloom
like a Woman in June
her Petals Open Slowly
exposing a Soft Shoulder
or a Line of Delicate Flesh
that Makes my Heart Beat Hard in my Chest
a Passionate Schoolboy
ready to Come in his Pants.

I Love my Country

My Government is Shit.

My Country is a Brother
to the End
that Stands By me
when I Need a Friend.
My Country is the Better Life
the Open Prairie
the Bird in Flight
the Outstretched Hand
the Crash of the Tide
the Wind in my Hair
the Sweat on my Brow
and the Taste of her Lips.

My Government is Shit.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Hi all,

Please turn out for this great event celebrating the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. Here you can also see the first public exhibt of my recently completed painting, Because They Were Happy and Free, along with my new poetry book, of the same name, which includes full color details from the painting.

Look forward to seeing you all there,


Tuesday, November 3, 2009

What Would Martin Luther King Do?

Coming from the left,
I get a lot of grief these days
for not giving the guy
a chance.
One, two years they say,
they always say,
but not today,
no change
When I see that the policies
have not changed,
that the police
are using
experimental weapons
right here at home …

Do not forget:
St. Paul,
or Denver,
or Pittsburgh,

or New Orleans.

Do not forget:
That what is happening
right here at home,
are the same extended
of the
Bush Doctrine
under this administration.

These are policies
that the executive branch
has control over;
that the President
can change
without having to go through Congress.
Yet today,
this day,
November 2nd, 2009
21,000 more troops,
American soldiers,
left their homes,
to kill or be killed,

And I still hear the President
say, that protestors
are just a distraction.

And I just ask myself,
“What would
Martin Luther

He’d hold the President