someway...
- harvest homecoming...
the garden’s embracing a long serenade...
for autumn's harvest homecoming parade...
with sweet fruit and meat so finely tuned up...
on the ripest of stems that life's record can cut...
a floral path branches a bandshell’s lush wall...
layers of acoustics blend airing late fall...
stalks of strong voices join in the wind...
forming a song for mother nature to sing...
a patch of ground stretches through melody vines...
etching out volume in sound-surround lines...
their bellows still bursting with heart -to-heart seeds...
bouncing off hollows inside lively reeds...
handpicked for planting to harmonize in...
rhythm lands strumming on the husk of snug skin...
with notes fully blooming from roots to the top...
musical buds bear abundance of crops...
a green thumb conducting this symphonic farm...
listens to rows as they echo their charm...
in a gathering leaving tho se ears quite content...
to hear final moments of tending well spent...
nostalgic numbers from a season's yield...
remember the summer that accompanied this field...
long past the warmth of recalling lapsed light...
flared horns blowing taps roll an early fall night...
in a chorus of splendor the garden surrenders...
as that next stage of fate awaits winter to enter...
then from jars sealed up for the larder to store...
they'll play even harder for supper's encore!...
~~~
-
truth as is...
truth arrives uninvited at corporate greed headquarters and franchises...
where profit-hungry doorways slam common goodness in the face!...
company-hewn hinges hang on wealthy store-bought strategies...
from bureau-friendly policies to plotting protest disgrace!...
so albeit mayor conferences boast big business memberships!...
while elected officials hike private finances through wall street!...
even as large market-owned media launch most news and shows!...
still these tricks won’t change truth no matter how well they cheat!...
~~~
- in support of
occupy aipac...
assisting any self-privilege group who impairs many innocent humans...
is not what inklings of decency choose nor follows our constitution...
what stirs the warlord to deny basic needs for certain earthlings?...
food and shelter and aid remain as mankind’s very first things!...
how well can inferior logic rule if it can’t even see its own self?...
and how blinder still these leaders appear unaware of truer wealth...
money won’t rid unjustness but ways of fairness could reign instead...
and rulers whose brains fail to realize this fall short inside their heads!...
trapping an earthball in faulty thoughtholds won’t do a planet justice...
neither too shall disregard ‘til self-reflection awakens to crush it!...
and those so proficiently unable to notice their own ill rationale...
lack an ability to sufficiently oversee as notions still run foul!...
what type of reasoning bases its deeds on any illogical thought?...
from inhumane acts to greediness to prejudice deadliness wrought...
and how can worldly bosses manage to forget man’s common bond?...
when unsound thinking dominates then care must step in and carry on!...
~~~
-
a state’s election redistricting?...
how fair is any redistricting board that resorts to crooked measures?...
like cutting public efforts so secret meetings could come together?...
aren’t fraud and waste and abuse still worth a full investigation?...
and isn’t it integrity’s job to examine impropriety indications?...
why does their federal representative steer state-level mapmaking?...
or why hush-hush two hundred thousand bucks for others taking?...
plus manipulate that civil service status to circumvent state law?...
while a new company forms for subversion and profit over all?...
why waste taxpayers' money to rent some hotel room for an office?...
and stay behind closed doors with no transparency to spot this?...
doesn’t direct representation begin and end with its citizens?...
why call phony public meetings only to ignore input given?...
don’t voters deserve to preview all map methods and proposals?...
so who’s hiding public records alongside governing protocols?...
will constituents redress and rectify an unethical bias system?...
or shall officials depend upon a rigged area that picks them?!...
~~~
-
label-eyes...
let men create categories to use to put other human beings into...
and they’ll build ‘em and fill ‘em from their own prepared views...
more so than they will through any universal love or truth!...
~~~
-
more shortfalls...
leaders who give the go-ahead that kills children...
can’t even give their own kids love that’s proven true...
for if they possessed that kind of love for their own child...
they’d be unable to allow the killing of any other children too!...
~~~
-
a man of letters...
a man slept profoundly upon a dream...
of a method to salvage speech better...
his mind rolled on layers of ideas...
under leaves of alphabet letters!...
he awoke to his vision dawning on...
long twigs of tree limbs climbing...
shadows angling in certain lines...
formed words by symbolizing!...
at first his kinfolk gawked and stared...
over figures bent into strange shapes...
“works of madness!” they declared...
passing up any chance to partake!...
“how dare he use such contrivances!”...
snapped mouthfuls out for that ear...
“our tongues give fine deliveries!...
his designs must not interfere!”...
but the inventor kept his invention...
disregarding their dismal retorts...
‘til some remark concerning it...
tracked back to talks of yore!...
they searched for old declarations...
beyond anything memory found...
then thought about his system...
to keep recollection around!...
he shared and showed it so gladly...
preparing to meet their requests...
after many successful attempts...
his odd letters fared the best!...
with turns they each sat practicing...
his intriguing functional alphabet...
giving words long-lasting styles...
they’d most likely not forget!...
(hence these lines might use it too...
by applying his system to rhyme...
in wonderment of earthly print...
for an original point in time!)...
~~~
- when meaninglessness represents we-the-people...
to look for something from someone who promised it...
who you later supported with your vote and wallet...
only to get hollowness in return from that person...
makes a learning lesson in mistakes that worsen!...
~~~
- morning roll call's reveille...
‘twas morning roll call's reveille when views poured into lines...
to start their tours of duty through opinions from our minds...
the first view left formation to join an old debate brigade...
a second view and his point took off to march in big parades...
a third view headed into flight to cruise the skies of imply...
a fourth view closed an open door that helped a think-tank fly...
a fifth view knelt above the brow among swelled brain cell traps...
a sixth view traveled out of sight by way of ancient maps...
a seventh view returned back home to render higher th inking ...
an eighth view foll owed current news t o borro w further inklings ...
a ninth view shifted 'round about-face to catch a brass ring prize...
while a tenth view realized the truth behind these views for eyes!...
~~~
-
when meaninglessness no longer rules us...
meaninglessness can only keep representing we-the-people for so long...
before enough folks wake up to realize it’s by our own efforts alone...
that solutions lay waiting for us and new changes will come from...
to make self-governing a truly fair one for our american home!...
~~~
-
tradition’s family reunion...
(i’d forgotten about tradition ‘til it dangled it’s surprise...
an invitation claiming “you’ll be glad that you dropped by!”)...
a family reunion softened me back home to reminisce...
this kinship survivor arriving after being laid to rest...
matriarchs and patriarchs recaptured well-worn seats...
behind them down the family tree sprung young-un’s antsy feet!...
old mama waved her welcome high “ain’t seen ya for a while!...
where ya hangin’ out these days and what’s behind that smile?”...
“oh mama it’s just how it goes” my lenient grin replied...
“a little here and a bit more there clears room to occupy!”...
“yep” she pouted “out ya ran to whereabouts unknown...
leavin’ us to sit alone and carry on our own!...
look at poor old papa barely stirrin’ anymore...
still festers in his memory how ya freed that heavy door!”...
“didn’t mean ya any harm” i said “just had my share of doubts...
that this was all there was to live and needed to find out”...
“ya went away too soon” she scoffed “should’a stayed a little longer...
would’a kept us better off and left us even stronger!”...
i crossed the hall to other folks as talk came rolling in...
its gaping circle sizing up “are you our distant kin?”...
“yeah” i guessed “i could be that though i do remember you...
years back we cracked up laughing over stuff we thought we knew!”...
they piped in “we’re successful now with work around these parts...
we’re into bigger businesses who need our help to start...
we cover nearby areas and let the good times fly!...
combing different neighborhoods with other things to try!”...
i glanced above their features over viewpoints newly clothed...
a current camp of circumstance had lent this group its glow...
they stared at me beyond the eyes yet not too close to care...
as if insight turned forbidden and might blind them then and there!...
down the hall a fellow called “you still remember me?...
i’m the one that helped you out when you tried so hard to see”...
“what ya doin’ here?” i asked “i figure a guy like you...
would be too busy with other stuff and better things to do!”...
“well” he said “it’s how it goes when you keep yourself in touch...
you never know just when you’ll meet the likes of me and such...
these relatives are part of your past and hence they’ll always be...
so i do my best to tag along and keep you company!”...
“some notions draw reunions and can set ‘em up with speed...
but what ya got on that path inside is the neatest kin indeed!...
life flows between the moments so don’t let your mind deceive...
families of thought will break away but love and truth won’t leave!”...
~~~
-
where help keeps itself...
upper layers tend to their own superficialities...
under them diluted substitutes fill shelves...
beneath them half-efforts form varieties...
while the bottom line helps life itself!...
~~~
- the united corporate state’s pledge...
“i pledge allegiance to the greed...
of the corporate state of america...
and to its profits for which i steal...
from our nation’s common citizens...
through different loopholes available...
more riches for me and little for them!”...
~~~