living is easy

no red wall.

no red button free-fall.

lives mattered without malice

without protocol

all lived by what appeared to be simple means

ranches, capes, basic joists

dreaming the American dream

nothing trite about what we understood

we had more than most

most did not give would they could

saving the earth by way of the dime bag

no pale ale

just bong hits and bonfires

redemption found when a dollar had been given

on Sundays as a basket passed

too young to understand Nixon

old enough to mourn John

we were discovering Lady Chatterlay’s Lover

our bodies were ourselves

living among bathtub Mary’s and American flags on the front lawn

set in stones that were thrown

‘you were right…or, you were wrong’

i can remember hearing of Elvis

where he was

how he had been found

to my young mind i pondered…

‘how quickly life can be upstaged without a sound’

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2.5 Minutes to Midnight

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If the world should continue to fall into decay…would it continue to break me?

Or, would it be the love, I could no longer retrieve?

How easy would it be to dismiss the beauty…

Watch it bleed.

Witness it leave.

How infantile…these notions with branded courage.

Youthful toys building an Armageddon in the mind.

They were only no plastic friends.

Young, my tomorrow’s tomorrow…had no end.

Still, and now, when I play the mature kind…

How difficult it is to witness love and beauty bleed.

Watch them as they leave.

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Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here!
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds.
In the name of destiny and in the name of God.

Last Resort/Don Henley, Glenn Frey

 

 

the Current State of…the State

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There have been numerous discussions on ‘the way of the world’ today!  Particularly, the United States.  The fear that sets heavy in my stomach in the morning when I rise?  At night, upon a not peaceful sleep?

I am brought back to the moment in time; when the focus had been on the Cold War.  The Vietnam war having just ended.  And, the, walking on egg shells, feeling, my parents displayed.  And, perhaps, not just them, but other Baby Boomers, as well.

 

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“We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me that you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?”

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