Category: Art
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Dragon’s Fire Rumbling
Dragon’s Fire Rumbling self absorbedsocio-psychopaths poking the dragonwithout reserve plunderingpillaging – killing Gaia and herchildren too much conceit to understand the dragon’s eyeis open, watching waiting for thatfinal straw to unleash fiery‘justice’, revenge and despite their hubrisnone will be spared the dragon’s fire ofapocalyptic rage –LE – 2/22/25
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Is This Too True Or Merely True Enough?
An oldy, but a goody… Some lable this (and me) cynical or pessimistic. Really? Have you looked around recently? How would you interpret our current ‘reality’? Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or…
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Multiple Costume Possibilities
Multiple Costume Possibilities what will complement the facadeam I looking for a jobor am I looking for suckersto take advantage of does it pay to play the country boyor a resident of the bourgeoisieapply to the ruling classkiss their collective … or be true to myselfthe inimical anarchist –LE – 2/6/25 PS: The ruling classes…
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Startled Eyes
Startled Eyes pale streaks across a pristine blue skythe only semblance of cloudsas unanswered rain-prayers die the high contrast of flaxy gold and beigedead grasses and bushes wave along withsleepy trees, their deep blue-greens while stony grays and dark shadowsstartle my eyes in the mid-day sunas a passing roadrunner nearly runs me over flicking its…
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Always Waiting
Always Waiting Waiting for the heat to dissipateIn the summertime Waiting for the warmth to arisewith the winter sun Waiting for the heat and coolas our world cruises through Its seamless transitions betweenextreme temperature poles Waiting for Spring and Fallwhere temperature control is rarely needed… at all –LE – 1/30/25 PS: Of course, depending on…
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Vaguely Remembered Dream
Vaguely Remembered Dream Wandering unfamiliar hallways and landscapesSeems like I should know them, but I don’t. Landmarks seem familiar, yet not.Can’t quite place them, lost in thought. I reach for a rusty doorknob, but the door’s not there,As I climb aged and broken stairs to … Wait, now they’re tumbled down stone stepsIn ancient ruins…
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The New Dark Ages
The New Dark Ages from the declineof the Roman Empireto the Renaissanceover a thousand years clerics and kingsdestroyed most of theancient wisdoms andsciences with burnings books and witcheswith blood-letting‘medical’ and warringconquering and conjuring religious incantationsrule by ‘divine right’butchers blessed byclerics’ sanctions it’s happening againfor the last half-centurytill who knows whenbook bannings and burnings another world…
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Writers of Old Collectively Groan
— From Some Old Tomes — The Deerslayer Groans Deerslayer-HawkeyeUnwilling agentChingachgook lastChief from genocideUnleashed David CopperfieldUriah HeepDark capitalistHistory seenTold and sold asHuman natureNobility civilityMust maximizePower and profitFor utility sakeA necessity Plato and AdamSmith gave coverWhile AureliusMentoredMethods andMore platitudesFor conquestNever ever rest One world ruledBy philosopher kingsWholly ownedRaped ravagedAnd squanderedThe devil’s ownApostles andPriests of theNew World…
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From My Winter Haiku Collection
Or again, from my Winter Wage-slave Collection… # 012 – Desktop In Winter Desktop in winter,cursor points at START button —mouse sits on its pad –LE
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Looking Very Old, I Suppose
Looking Very Old, I Suppose I’m oldI know but don’t feelas old as I look this is what ‘old’feels like – to me slower – less flexibleless physical strength less staminamore frequent naps injury healing takes longerbut eventually succeeds eyesight waningfocusing a frequent pain surprised by the ancient guyreflected in surfaces I stroll by but…
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