break through

don’t listen to her
chaos heart spirals downward
cowers in comfort
break through

numb fingers touch skin
outsiders peering within
lewd lips lick her sin

notice more than she…
rather dark… another spark
desperately hoping…

i thought he had gone…
rampage… i couldn’t sit still
flying words swarm me

i am surrounded!

knots

Lessons hard learned
hardly for naught
wading evens the score.

Release, better still
another day
to swim upstream.

Where to, the salmon paddles?
scenery to inhale
gallant thoughts exhaled.

Casting arc, the fly line
surrender another, a fingerling
silent conversation, fish and me.

***

Brother, never far.
Nearer still, though he be gone.
His fly-fishing gift.

Double surgeon’s knot
twists our families together
pieced in a quilt top.

Husband, always near.
Closer still, though he is far.
Our quilted, pierced hearts.

Politicians or how politics ruins lives.

mob mentality
sore excuse for apathy
men of paradox

who has benefited
perfected long-winded speeches
perch themselves on high

as a bird prepares
to feast on the spread breadcrumbs
backroom deals explode

to swing the masses
sweet symphony of promise
heads rest on concrete

wake up foreign land
who can recognize the men
dangling superimposed sin

extract faith from souls
filling the cold voting booth
hollow corpses roam

men expressing hope
lie in bed expecting them
to make life better

Reading Why Orwell Matters by Christopher Hitchens, I cannot say I understand why he matters. Orwell’s two famous stories, 1984 and Animal Farm, lie as mob fancy.  The end of the impact becomes bookshelf mementos, intellectuals praise the words with the weight of politics upon the backs of citizens.Pacifism and all isms, government intervention, religion as tools for politics, war and rumors of war to incite fear, the looming globalists usurping nation sovereignty. We must ask why. Why does evil prowl for heads resting on concrete, eating breadcrumbs spread, oblivious to their suffering, not understanding the promises of peace, acceptance and ease of life is but a lie. No one can make such promises and succeed. Life is friction. Lying low can be useful for a time. Friction between ideas and worldviews professes an uprising is never far behind.

“The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.”
George Orwell

“Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. ”
George Orwell

So perhaps Orwell does matter. He should matter to the average man to take heed. Read between the lines and notice the message from both media and the scripted words made to comply with the feelings of the mob. The mob who lies in apathy waiting for a savior. In my estimation the wrong savior. The truth shall appear and it grows ever near. Perhaps someday the wishes of many will materialize and such a utopia will exist.

Read. Read more than what you want to hear and know and understand. Take to the edge of any bridge, do not jump but feel what cannot be seen, the invisible wall keeps you safe.

Then learn to fly. Fly.

I certainly have my beliefs and rather not coerce or convert you to my way of thinking but encourage you, do, think. Act. Find truth.

This World

one struggles alone
caught in the trappings of words
actions to follow

she needed to know
love conquers fear and truth rises
her intentions real

one quick act follows
paradise lost to ego
pride’s reality