from full moon rays

  

The devilish tortures we

put ourselves through,

insist we must do,

for the sake of being social.

 

 

 

the lower 99 pay for everything -- look

at the 1%ers refusing to pay even their paltry

unfair share so often.

this nation is ours --

we ought to control how we destroy or,

better, mend it

 

 

 

 These Republican anti-voter shenanigans

reminds me of the scene in "Guys and Dolls"

at the crap game where Big Jule has insisted

they play with his spotless dice. 

Harry the Horse says that  "With honest dice, Big Jule

cannot make a pass to save his soul."

 

 

 

How about an updated Oregon Trail type

adventure game following migrants from

Central America to the US border?

 

 

 

Faintly flowered,

soft evening breeze

carries today

past our horizon.

 

 

 

Why give them the credence to care,

to react to their rants?

Watch closely enough to avoid

attack,

while continuing to do what

truly needs doing to achieve

our goals.

 

 

 

Feel free

in your breath,

your moves.

The You that watches

wants all yous

to feel good. 

 

 

[from full moon rays]

 

 

 

I went there.

I liked it.

It felt like home

to this weary Crone,

to stop and stay.

 

Learning carefully, joyfully,

to weave clouds and rainbows

inside my open window.

Smelling Spring waft through

this magical room,

I dance myself stories and laugh.

Remember healing laughter?

Not the mean jokes, rough sneers,

prayers for disasters to save us.

Neighbors deride and betray us

-- why would we stay if we had

a chance?

Why would I get caught in

such a tragic trance?

Who did I think I would

become?

How did I believe I was

the only one

not in on the game?

 

Anti-communicate:  throw

words without their soul.

Make noise to detract from

making sense.

Over time we find, each alone:

We're disappearing from our lives.

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