moonbeams over glasgow...

blackest black night
penetrated by
sounds of steel spiraling
through the flesh
of old wounds never healed
under the cover of full metal jackets
                    

years of differences 

fester still

shades of hatred begetting
bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density
no longer marking the weather
now marking the storm of
death on wing

travel path and target
spelling bloody ballistics
random projectiles
of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear
slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent
by children wandering the streets
of chaos and turmoil
their spirits no longer theirs
buried already in the graveyard
of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked
surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets
grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful
of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for
the warm sunlight
of what should be

seeking solace and safety
behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch
with hard lumped metal filled pillows
giving way to sleepless nights
of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn
waiting for day
for another way
just one more day
praying for the other way
trying to make another way

the way of peace and love
the way of love and peace

with the warmth of
brother loving brother
melting the heartless
frigid winter of
despair and desperation
painting in vibrant
life-sustaining sunshine
the canvasses of
life in glasgow

where children frolic
on the playgrounds of
a better life

and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace for all

and fathers and husbands
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those
of golden moonbeams
falling gently over
life in glasgow

imagine...

  imagine peace

just

imagine

 

the arms of beauty...

4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight

but then - 

 - then -
a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descend in the night
cradlin’ us soft in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much it doesn’t take long

and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt

to moonbeams over glasgow...

blackest black night

penetrated by

sounds of steel spiraling

through the flesh

of old wounds never healed

under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences fester still

shades of hatred begetting

bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density

no longer marking the weather

now marking the storm of

death on wing

travel path and target

spelling bloody ballistics

random projectiles

of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear

slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent

by children wandering the streets

of chaos and turmoil

their spirits no longer theirs

buried already in the graveyard

of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked

surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets

grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful

of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for

the warm sunlight

of what should be

seeking solace and safety

behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch

with metal filled pillows

giving way to sleepless nights

of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn

waiting for day

for another way

just one more day

praying for the other way

trying to make another way

the way of peace and love

the way of love and peace

with the warmth of

brother loving brother

melting the heartless

frigid winter of

despair and desperation

painting in vibrant

life-sustaining sunshine

the canvasses of

life in glasgow

where children frolick
on the playgrounds 

of a better life
and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace
and husbands and fathers
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those

of golden moonbeams

falling gently over

life in glasgow

keep stillness inside...

in the midst of

movement and chaos

keep stillness

inside

of

you

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside


then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn


the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save

to jimmy in glasgow...

blackest black night

penetrated by

sounds of steel spiraling

through the flesh

of old wounds never healed

under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences fester still

shades of hatred begetting

bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density

no longer marking the weather

now marking the storm of

death on wing

travel path and target

spelling bloody ballistics

random projectiles

of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear

slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent

by children wandering the streets

of chaos and turmoil

their spirits no longer theirs

buried already in the graveyard

of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked

surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets

grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful

of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for

the warm sunlight

of what should be

seeking solace and safety

behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch

with metal filled pillows

giving way to sleepless nights

of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn

waiting for day

for another way

just one more day

praying for the other way

trying to make another way

the way of peace and love

the way of love and peace

with the warmth of

brother loving brother

melting the heartless

frigid winter of

despair and desperation

painting in vibrant

life-sustaining sunshine

the canvasses of

life in glasgow

where children frolick
on the playgrounds 

of a better life
and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace
and husbands and fathers
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those

of golden moonbeams

falling gently over

life in glasgow

love is the flower...

“What was it that John Lennon said? 

‘Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.’ 

Let it grow already, 

and quit trying to legislate it!” 

- wonder woman -