Total Eclipse
I once wrote a poem that went like this:
Total Eclipse
on a heart jaded
and back again
I didn't give you my life
for it to be whittled
by a hidden master smith
chucking away my paralyzing myth
that I would forever hope
my caress would enchant
our star off Orion,
cascading into a world charading
reality.
Total Eclipse
on a heart jaded
and back again
"They" say time heals all wounds
even those made by betrayal,
yet especially those crushed
by desire so potent
time stopped so completely
Timex(tm) wouldn't keep on tickin'
through the replay of a crusading symbolist
and downright materialist need
need of here and now.
Total Eclipse
on a heart jaded
and back again
the roadside exit
forgot to tell me to
go on So i pause
And give you the Bird,
Not the FreeBird
But the Bitter Crusted Bird
of Fuck You and Back Again,
But my mistake
You've had me
on my back
and stupid me
did come back
again.
Yet, that was the old me and like all things I DID get over it, so now I
write poems that go like this:
Total eclipse
on a civilization
rising and definitely
falling again
As the rabble gets risen
to their shackled feet
like the proud heritage
of the past clanking
towards justice with
a placard in hand
that reads:
We are tired of
our children dying
We are tired of
our mothers being raped
We are tired of
our fathers working two jobs
We are tired of
our sisters getting pregnant too soon
We are tired of
our families being told how to live
We are tired of
genocide tearing countries apart
We are tired of
leaders eating all the poors' food
We are tired of
the mob controlling the streets
We are tired
so tired.
Total eclipse
on a civilization
rising and definitely
falling again
by mass produced good looks
sucking the youth dry
of honest thought
so that they can fit in
with peers that don't care
about them when they pull
the trigger or fuck
each others boyfriends
to prove they aren't prudes
while the girls pass notes
that read:
We are so bored
with history that isn't true
We are so bored
of tv with no meaning for us
We are bored
with lives premade
We are bored
of the lack of role models
We are bored
with the lack of challenges
We are bored
of being judged by our make up
We are bored
with our boys looking at our boobs
We are bored
so bored.
Total eclipse
on a civilization
rising and definitely
falling again
while we march into
the new century with the certainty
that things this hundred years
will get better as we try new
programs and stricter laws
enacting the decline of the
old ones that never worked
but we pretend so elegantly
while other countries write
memos that read:
We are going to win
a better standard of living
We are going to win
first place with our GNP
We are going to win
more rights for the little guy
We are going to win
WWIII with our nukes
We are going to win
so that our ethnocentric views can spread
We are going to win
and place our God first
We are going to win
and bring morals to our people
We are going to win
and save the environment
We are going to win
and go to other galaxies
We are going to win
must win.
Cal 28Mar01.
Dear Diary
"Ozone whole the size of Anarctica"
"Boy shoots up school"
"Water crisis due to overpopulation in China"
"Bush renegs on carbon dioxide as a pollutant"
"Parents more concerned than children about school violence"
..........
Dear Diary,
I think we are in a hell of a time
with people still willing to nickel and dime
away the future fought for so hard
or so thinks this erstwhile bard.
Headlines rampage away my day
and all I can hear people say
is the economy is starting to suck
and wouldn't it be just my luck
to be stuck in a world so carefree
that all we care about is me me me.
I wonder at the dimensions of our realm
and wonder who let humans take the helm
of a ship sinking so fast and sure
that everyone stands by utterly demur.
It's not for me to fix but for me to break
is the daily prayer left in our wake,
and if i fix it it will break more
of this we can be secure.
So while I go against the flow
this much I have come to know
if you want change it won't come in bills
it will only come from people's iron wills.
Cal 19Mar01.
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