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Thoughts, Currently

18 Jul
My grandpa got a Purple Heart in World War II,
He told me war stories growing up,
The bunkers, those long island nights-
My eyes lit up guerrilla warfare
Storming the Axis to save the world
From poor tyrannical warlord
Hitler and the bad guys,
I think I was five.
 
In 1994 the US declared war
When I was eight.
It was a bad idea, I thought-
But what do I know, I’m only a kid,
And America was king.
I’d heard of the Vietnam War,
That was just a big mistake.
We’d made our amends,
Withdrawn our troops,
And the world moved on-
I was a kid,
Young and impressionable-
I didn’t know what was going on
When I heard words like Bosnia
And a long country starting with H-
I do remember Desert Storm,
What a great name!
W O W
Those stealth bomber planes!
Warfare had always been romantic,
Good guys saving the day,
Born American, it’s how I was raised.
 
I remember sitting in English class,
One wet September morning,
Sophomore high at the time I
Couldn’t believe my eyes-
New York in flames,
I cried on that day-
Young and rebellious,
My beloved America
Soon changed her ways-
What I heard next would soon change our fate
America declared war on a Noun-
T E R R O R I S M
 
American roots, suburban educated
War on a Word, it made no sense-
We can’t beat an enemy we can’t see, define
I thought-
We can’t conquer an enemy we don’t know, understand
I thought,
H E L L
Even I’ve read the Art of War,
And, my!
Our judgment seems poor.
The wars raged on,
We left troops in Iraq,
Afghanistan,
The Middle East,
Africa,
China,
 Spies everywhere,
People everywhere,
Terror everywhere,
We say,
They say
We argue,
Left and Right!
Left and Right!
 It doesn’t matter!
There are more than two answers!
We murder two terrorist leaders,
I look up the definition of terrorism-
‘The use of violence and intimidation
In the pursuit of political aims’
 
Now I’m twenty eight and
My, the times have changed.
A man named Manning on trial,
A man named Zimmerman walks free,
And why sir!? Why!?
 Ask and you’ll receive no answer.
Extend your hand they hand you cancer-
No food, no shelter,
No love in these streets-
Years rage on, 
 Fashion comes and goes,
Music comes and goes,
Lovers come and go,
And still our troops remain-
Why! What misery! 
 How horrible it must be,
For these poor women at home,
Their husbands overseas,
Fighting an enemy we can’t see,
Assaulting a word we can’t define,
Changing our minds every day,
Nothing but exhausting resources,
Political repercussions great,
All I’m left thinking is,
What if our President was eight?


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8 Jun
I seen fights break out,
I seen chicks make out,
In late night street food lines.


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12 Apr
“To make the world a better place,
     where would you start?”
 
I’ll start with myself,
     I’ll stop polluting,
Make my environmental footprint zero,
     And expel only positivity.
I’ll forget what they tell me and
     Lose that report card.
 
Chase your dreams
     Make the world
          Better than it seems
               
If you want in the game,
     You gotta do your part,
          It all starts with
              Y O U
 
                        Homie.

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18 Mar

Every street corner,
Etched into society,
CASH FOR GOLD: a poem.


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10 Feb
All on a Sunday
 
A taxi cab lurches to a stop 
moments before striking a young kid smoking a cigarette 
crossing the crosswalk downtown Chicago. 
The kid recoils away, casting his cigarette to the cab’s wipers 
inadvertently, gasping back in horror to the cabbie 
lurching out the driver’s side window 
as the cigarette careens to the weather guard. 
The cabbie stands cursing as the light turns green,
 I’ll let you fill in the rest.


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23 Dec
Two bees on my paintings of palm trees-
Set ‘em free and they vanished,
Never to be seen again-
What does it all mean?

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23 Nov

Little house on the Prairie-
Light Blue, White Trim.
Dark Shutters.
Fields of White Birch-
The Great Northern Frontier of the Midwest;
Wooden Pole Barn.
Naturalized Red Door;
Small Barn, Large Barn
Tall Barn, Flat Barn-
What’s Agriculture all about??


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22 Nov
UNKNOWN, A POEM


Jaded,
 Green with Envy
 Of a love no longer known.
 Lost,
 So far from Home.

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15 Nov
Somewhere in a dark alley
A man walks across the street
And eats trash from a can


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11 Nov
There’s no one better at being you,
So love what you do, and do it for you.