ragtag tales

angry days lead to sad nights

have we always been human enough,

to return to those empty places

that throb on like beasts of love from realms beyond reason,

through cold breezes, at dead of night,

at the death of this night, and of all the ones before it and after –

to kill each night that hang down heavy like stoic gazes and abandoned spaceships

and hang on to each dog-teeth yellow day

through warm coffee and stale bread  -

and to keep returning , like repeat-telecast dreams

and nightmares?  

haven’t we always been human enough

to search for paths that lead to places where magic looms

and freedom weaves telltale love –

to keep moving from space to space through time

like mammoths lost in blizzards

like the Iconoclasts standing before the Gods of Judgment

before burning them down with the same cold blue fire

that gets inside that emptiness, those throbbing fiends

of love, of believing in beautiful things, makes the blue

moon set on blue cities and shores, turns you and me mad

puts fear in the eyes of those who fear madness

and, through everything that flows,

all anger, hatred, jetsam, floatsam, double-dealings

backstabbings, shoes, sticks, stones, Molotov cocktails, manifestos

that herald new dawns, hoping on, hopping on –

move on, flow by – ask, dream,  think,  speak,  narrate,  articulate,  blaze, endure

scream like your deepest fear –

scream on, for everything is ceaseless,!

don’t be sad, for everything is ceaseless,

questions, answers, silences, everything –

have we always been magic enough to turn into birds,

into rivers?

haven’t we always been rivers enough,

for all birds to return when the sun sets and tales of magic erupt?

anitya – be karuna

voice – be empathy

revolution – be love