IS IT THE DARK SIDE WE FACE …………..?

11-20-05

 

IS IT THE DARK SIDE WE FACE …………..?

 

It is so easy to be in anger

leading ever so close to

 – hate –

an emotion

familiar am I

with its power

not unlike that

personified by Darth Vader.

 

To say it is all a matter of choice

while true

soothes not the beast within

lays not to rest

the turmoil

my soul doth feel

whenever

to Air America radio

I turn.

 

The question I ask

and have for years

is

always – why –

 

Why can not our leaders

see

and

i know it always

begins

in me.

 

Why did I choose to follow a path

which quenches

not that lingering

hunger in me to be seen as one

choosing to help

for one and all.

Why does water stir passion

residing deep within my soul

not fully developed yet

pushing, poking, pointing

in quiet moments revealed fleetingly.

 

Scholars current and long past

wise

words written

a path

revealed

showing us a way

to have

water

clean

pure

health, too,

so why do we

allow paths to be

chosen

clearly

causing

catastrophe.

 

In moments when the

child within cries out

what can I do,

why should I care

I won’t be here any way

it’s in the future

too hard to predict.

 

I’m here to live in the moment

to take

and

to have and to hold

to accumulate

wealth

our American measure of a man

and an American

I am,

or

am I    really.

 

 

What is the measure of a man … ?

What yardstick do I use

to measure this by

what period of time do I use

what path do I follow

what goal does this measure make ..?

 

Men of my age

of nearly young 63,

a diet steadily fed

John Wayne,

Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead

Cold war politics

Peaceniks and Viet Nam

William Kunsler and Chicago Seven,

and lyrics … where have all the flowers gone

follow in the foot steps of your Dad

 

A good man

was he.

I miss you Abe

though long has seen the stirring of your soul

on this plane

it dwells deep within the

heart of me

and always will.

Dad

you know not me

nor I

the all of you.

I know paths

far different do we walk.

There are moments

precious to me

when your path

did I so envy

Jealous was I

of that precious yet subtle

trust

you had and enjoyed

with Aunt Helen

so lacking in my life

not soon found.

I would so enjoy seeing you

and having you meet

the love of my life

who choose to become

my wife

        Shayla –

and establishing are we

that intangible

yet ever so strong level of

        trust –

Where ever you are today,

Dad,

I want you to know,

like the lyrics from a song

… I have it all, just like Bogie and Bacall …

 

The dark which dwells in each of us

in some little, if at all,

needs only the smallest

slice of light

to dispel

the efficacy it seeks

to hold

on

to us.

 

 

The dark

many faces

does it wear

may places

does it seek to

dwell.

Easy prey

are the weak

in spirit, mind and heart,

 

Easier still

those readily given to follow

a path

which pontificates and proclaims

its virtues

 

 

while denying

voice to anyone

who dares

say     NOT.

 

The dark strongly holds the hand and heart

to many of our world leaders today,

expressly so

for the USA,

fooled are they

perception they see

proclaiming them above all.

 

From an artificial place set high

leaders devalue

contributions others make

choosing only to see

how slaves

they can make of others –

you    and    me.

 

Revolution

set to begin

where

darkness

is quickly dispelled

ushering in

light and harmony

where

truth

trust,

hope,

reign

man

to

man

 

So

let

that

revolution

begin

with

me.

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