Good Day.. Before launching into another attack on credible poetry.. I will amend a quote I did..
Down, clean full of lovin' memories.. it is 'virtually flawless'..
‘Knowledge is word definition’.. is part of a longer quote.. which though true.. does not quite suit my understanding and feeling of the word ‘knowledge’.. there simply are too many cultural and religious diversions, as well as philosophical meanings.. let us leave it here.. ‘Word definition is just that’.. there are many joys for me, in researching the etymology and origin, when possible, of words. Thank You.
Bats all colors hang from caves.. lights from phosphorous glow.. looking here and there nowhere.. wonder what they know.. ideas, dreams from feeling.. pure, sane or absurd.. contract fact told found true.. virtual is the word.. I have known good men with honored Sir names.. known others named in the street.. virtual got place and fire.. from exploit desire.. some legal unions brand it on their feet.. as bad business interest will deplete.. money, hard-earned money.. so son earns future gold.. keeps him in college.. accruing knowledge.. sent from carrots dangling front of mules.. wonder what sonny learned at school?.. something special of a part one special of four.. so special he will not work.. when parts are no more..
hard as stone and precious as a diamond.. a soundless gleam is coming.. see it shine.. if it is virtual it will disappear.. real is real.. this art of mine..
Bars in T.J., Nogales, London Town so bold.. down to S. African shores people being sold.. set upon an ocean.. handed chains and oars.. ‘work for rich you nigger bitch’ the only word ‘what for’.. folks believe ’til bored.. then go to anger stored.. released on peaceful shores for greed of man.. color does not play any hand.. except excuse of greed for those who can..
think we have a resident president for now.. like last three years is a rest.. until greed unknown in reason comes unsound from others.. return war like a greedy lying pest..
tombstones or roses?.. both seen in my life.. one bespeaks memory of one.. roses in my hand usually a love.. passion lights
With the blessings of a new God.. and a frown from the old one..
my equal life world like a sun..
Guess folks will be lying.. there is no denying.. stay around like an infected tooth.. twice told, forked tongue, always in a lie.. I prefer a solid found in truth.. when young and testing strength I had less control.. identified with causes false in time.. found peace in ways.. peace deep in my soul.. go with my spirit in its prime..
recognize lie as time-wasting crime..
‘Our species, let alone other life forms, cannot stand those who indulge violent acts for profit’.. This is my belief as a planet dweller and brother.. Peace T@cftd