Lies told by the comfortable

I’m old enough to have been warmed by the flames
Watched as the heart and soul of a country burned
Watched as the flames reached higher
As the middle class blamed those with less
Blamed those without
While the Rich paid themselves for existing
Removed protections and taxes
Things that made economic mobility possible
Made it possible to work less than forever
Buy a house
Be out of debt
Not be drawn further and further into
No way out
The last flames are burning
Soon there will be nothing left
What choices will we make
The generation of my parents
Are turning on anyone who isn’t them
My generation is either complicit or stand by
Some rage in the streets
But the generations that follow
Need to rise and dismantle this
That means the senate and the house
Local government legislature
We need to make every effort
But I fear that we are falling
And nothing is left but to burn

Embrace me as a flower growing by starlight

Soft petals turned razor sharp
Soft sadness at wounds too small to ever heal
Scarred by healing
Marks littering my body
Closed and hiding in daylight
A thing of thorns and pain

I grow full by starlight
Cloaked in the night
Scars hidden and covered
By the frozen expanse
Blooms shiver in the this never-ending
While I awake anew

We share a world but we’re not in the same one
Mine has dangers sharp as blades
Lies as comfortable as clouds
Truths as broken as glass

Plant yourself close
I will grow
And protect you shelter you

the broken rose of the winter night
A field of unknown stars
An ocean of pain and beauty
Beneath a frozen moon

Nerves jumble on the tip of a tongue

Sitting on the uneven ground
Looking out the sun blind window
Life exists out there in the trembling blue
Waiting for the reach
The grab

Holding on the hardest part
Pulled or pulling
Hard to find that balance

Building a life when age has allowed us to build These esoteric edifices
Tear it all down?

Or try to find spaces in each other

Life out in the blue
Yearning for the shiver of home

Celebration of the dying flame

In the summer dreary
I wake from dreaming, leary
Living in a haze of before

Last looks leave me reeling
Last words etching
Seven years to be free

Stride into winter
Calling out the world to come
Reborn in the cold expanse

One second to collapse
That small puncture
Leaking air

Give me a moment to breathe
Never let me go
Never hold me enough
What’s one more day

One more day
In an eternity of without

Anxiously awaiting a serving of Lame-Duck

What is left but lament
Just heart shredding
Broken palace dreams
False information
Base instinct howl
Somber truth
Laying awake
Fear grips the heart
The end of everything
The end of the world

Hearts convinced
Convicted with the power
The beaten
The shamed
A nation of broken dreams
Of hopes made false
Failure unacceptable
When you are infallible
Incite the riot
The war
Slipping out the back
Suitcases full of the gullible
One more failure
One more bankrupt venture
Time to move on
To the next grift