On Our Way Home

Walking toward God’s redemption, passing life’s tragedies
head held high , not looking at the crack in the neighborhood. Will not let
surroundings make me part of its décor. We want more than shell shocked
condo on the river. We are walking toward the light, toward the future, toward a
better life with dignity on top. May cost extra, we are willing to pay. Eyes on the
prize, brass ring in reach. Come on sis we can grab it,
on our way home!

This Harsh Farm Land

Rolls of hay, rolling thunder of farm machinations bullying the family farm,tossed to the side like discarded Kleenex. Farmer needs his land to feed his pocket, to feed his family, his stock and his tractor so he can harvest some dignity for himself, much less his familial unit. Isn’t that the trend on Wall Street? Making humanity a number instead of a

Life.

Cows eat grass then pushed with a forklift into their eternal heaven, while being treated like hell. Grandma said, “Be nice to the animals, treat them with kindness.” Too bad the Corporate farmhands didn’t listen to their grandmamas. Maybe they would have realized even cows deserve

Liberty.

Rolling green hills and valleys God made. But satan said to hell with God, this is my land now. “We are going with progress over agri-kindness’ Fuck the future. We want ours now.” You’d think the devil said that, but no…it is We the People of the United States of America…Land of the “I” and Home of the FEE. I guess no one’s interested in the

Pursuit of Happiness.

Woods

Feeling childlike, lost in the
woods. Needing to act like
a man to find my way
out. Hard decisions need to be made
like in the poems of Frost and Coleridge. Nature
can be romantic this time of day, but treacherous at night. Monsters
awaken to soft tippy toes then
strike subtle weakness'. Eating berries of poison for survival
but no one showed you the difference, s0 you
may not be here for the second coming of the valley of the death
march. Maybe we can watch from the cheap
seats. Does anyone really win at this game
called LIFE or is it all
just game inside game inside
psychobabblification
made to make us think
the woods aren't a safe
place to crash. Seems it would be
because of the dead
leaves.