Autumn 2005
a heart so many times torn
it snaps apart at a word


Surprise
All that I could do
isn't enough


Treasure
At the end of a rainbow
in a field of wildflowers
in Ohio

Metamorphosis

My new name is "you people"
and I wonder when I became
an enemy army

Autumn 2005
a heart so many times torn
it snaps apart at a word


Surprise
All that I could do
isn't enough


Treasure
At the end of a rainbow
in a field of wildflowers
in Ohio



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and is it such a surprise?
so many times
the new old sports cliche
-of grasping defeat from the jaws of victory-

silly notions abound like
our vice-president asking for permission
to let the CIA torture prisoners
-c'mon guys maybe a little-
eghad

fight a war in Iraq, a war on terror
give a near blank check for Katrina
horror (no problem, okay)
then bleat that we have to cut the wealthy
folks taxes so the middle class and the poor
can pay for political pork barrel and all
the other bills

the list goes on stateside
and then isreal and palestine
say they each want peace
while one randomly attacks
and the other occupies land
not meant for her...

insurgents in Iraq that don't understand
we want to leave
but won't as long as they keep shooting up
and blowing up the country-side
in another version of the mid-east
Catch 22 cycle of violence

we'll stop if you stop, but you stop first
you gotta trust me on that
oh by the way can ya give the CIA
permission to torture?
Huh, geez, oh well...

and there is treasure finding wildflowers
at the end of the rainbow
in Ohio...

Now that is really lovely (probably lovely isn't quite the right word to use, but I like what you wrote) and it makes me wish I had talent, but eloquence has never been my strong suit. Thank you; I'm putting something of my own interpretation on it based on recent experiences and I hope you don't mind. You'd probably be surprised to know my thoughts ... but isn't poetry to inspire us, to make us think?