Strike Writers

Used to be the poet
was the clown
got struck down
when the king’s laugh
turned to a frown
on truth masked in
rhythm, rhyme
and hints of the sublime.

Now everyone wants
a piece of the action
automated reaction
in post hallucinogenic
times the rhymes
come via Madison Avenue
reworked to push your panic button
encourage your inner glutton.

Your future is what you write
to defend with your life the right
to be who you are and say
what needs to be said
when it needs saying
paying the price
for being a poet
knowing it in a place

where there is no money
but truth is sweet like honey.

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All for One

One thing I’ve
learned with just
a little
hindsight, is
that talk is
cheaper than
spit. There are
plenty of
people who
talk good game
but when it’s
time to walk
their feet get
sore or they
get hungry
for easy
pickings or
they wait
for someone
else to cross
over to the
other side
first to test
the waters.

The water
is not safe.
There are no
boueys with
signs unless
you hear bird
calls at dusk,
but you still
have to cross.

The other
side is where
your actions
speak volumes.
Words don’t count.
You want fame
you want what
is fleeting
riches, sex
power to
control the
people who
you don’t like
and you will
have what you
want and that
will be all.
One person
desired by
others who
may just want
what you have.
Given the
chance they might
let you drown.

One to me
is not one
without You.
A dinner
me less.
So please climb
on to our
little raft
rest easy
for awhile
eat with us
the good food
between these
pages, and
lines, and taste
not only
but freedom
in summer

Please do use
what you can
to connect
with your past
your neighbor
your inner
voice that says
all for One.
What’s good for
One is good
for me too.
Seeing you
is seeing
me see you
see me see
you see me
seeing we
see that One
is really
or no one.
One is you
and your great
great grandma
and grandpa
too and those
you never
even knew
and people
you pass who
you never
do talk to.

Between these
pages lie
treasures, maps
to riches
and wonders.
It’s up to
just one You
to explore
give back to
and support
what is One.

Wishing each
of you Peace
and Freedom
in Oneness.

Going the Other Direction

We all make choices every day
about what direction to go.
We can get up or stay in bed.
Wash ourselves or keep the funk on.
Eat breakfast or run out the door.
Those are the obvious choices.

Which way you’re traveling can make
all the difference in the world
to the company that you keep
the work that you are able to do
the balance of your bank account
the meaning of your entire life.

We appear to have many options.
Really, for every choice we make
there is a built in set of rules
that will not change without effort.
Even the supreme sacrifice
of your life may not be enough.

Do you like the people you know?
Do you know the people you like?
Are you doing what you’ve been told?
Have you been told what you’re doing?
You’re doing something to someone
or to something just by breathing.

Just because you are really alive
just because you are who you are
you are free to think whatever
you want whenever you want to
right up until the last moment
when you’ll know which way you traveled.

Until then the choices you make
are the risks that you have to take
are you going to do what’s easy
or do what you know that you should?
Will you speak the truth that you know
or let the next man speak for you?

You can always do what you think
everyone else has been doing
but that never made something right.
You can imitate what seems safe
but things are never what they seem.
You can give in or you can fight.

If you know what’s worth fighting for
then right now is the time to fight
the tide and get to the other
side, beyond the reach of the blind
grasping, greedy and grotesque king
setting his traps along the road

most traveled and waiting to count
the coins extracted from car seats
and washing machines and old coats
by the people standing in line
waiting to pay for the pleasure
waiting to be given directions.