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Heaven

Heaven is a place

That is far away

And nearly impossible to get to.

Heaven is a promise

For a life lived in the service of others.

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But Heaven is also a metaphor,

As in Heaven on earth,

And Heaven is a journey,

Where each step could be joyous.

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And Heaven is a woman,

Who is a promise, a metaphor, and a journey.

Where Joy exists in her smile,

And peace in her loving arms.


Frank Smith

Frank woke up and thought he was dead. 

Nothing had changed from the day before. The sun was shining through his window. The compressor in his refrigerator was rattling as it had been for the last month and a half. There was even a slight smell of Lily, his cocker spaniel, who died years before but somehow still stayed with him through a faint smell of wet dog that would always gladden and sadden Frank when he woke up. Lily was there to remind him of the unconditional love he once had.

But he still thought he was dead.

His day-to-day existence had all the elements of Hell, an eternity of isolation, left alone with his own thoughts that were turning increasingly more negative with each passing day, hoping for a salvation that would never come, praying for peace.

Hope had left him as he walked endlessly in his walk around his home, feeling his feet against the cold wooden floor.  He knew all the changes in textures of the floor so well it seemed like his toes had memorized them.  Little cracks by the door. Bits of food that were not picked up by the vacuum.  Crumbs too small to recognize made his heel feel as if there were splinters in it.  This part of the rug always seemed wet even though there was no reason for it to be so.

Hell seemed unnecessary. Why would you need a constructed place to torture souls when if you just isolated people, they would torture themselves much more efficiently. No burning, no brimstone, no creatures with a taste for human flesh. Sartre said that Hell was other people.  Frank thought other people were unnecessary.  Each person is thoroughly capable of torturing himself.

Frank stared up from his bed.  The popcorn on the ceiling changed into that Hieronymus Bosch painting about Hell.  All those little images of how people would be tortured after they were gone. 

It was a stupid painting. Did human flesh even exist after death?  Of course not. 

Does the soul feel pain?

Emotional pain maybe but once you have left this earthly plane, your attachments to the nouns of the world evaporates.  And things that you once held so dear no longer have any power over you.

But if the soul still believed it was amongst the living, then all the attachments would still exist.  Frank looked at the ceiling fan above his bed.  The fan was turning slowly, and dust hung from the blades.  He could not remember the last time he cleaned the fan.  It must have been years. If he cleaned it now, dust would fall on his bed.  He could not remember when he washed his comforter.  Probably the last time he cleaned the fan.  Why would he need to wash the comforter? He had bed sheets which generally covered his body at night.  He hardly touched the comforter, maybe his arms or his hands but he usually took a shower before bed, so they were clean.

He continued to stare at the fan.  A piece of fluff seemed to be hanging on to the blade as it continued its journey around and around. He should be here when it fell, he thought.  Only then would he know the precise time of it’s descent.  Why that seemed important, he could not tell.  But in hell everything is important.


Words, words, words

11/28/2020

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Filling a page with scratches,

With symbols of despair.

Desperate to find meaning

Through markings in space.

Combining words

Over and over again

Different varieties

Unique variations

Until they sound important.

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But they aren’t.

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There is more meaning

In an empty page

Then in all the countless pages

I have filled.


Beliefs

God exists whether we believe

In him or not.

Science doesn’t care what we believe.

I don’t believe in anything.

Nobody cares.


She Does It All

Hi everyone. Just self-published my first children’s book, She Does It All.

Kids get to finish the book by illustrating the verses.

Fun!

She’s bumping the bumper who bumped on his bump,

And jumps with the jumper who’s jumping the jump.

She’s pacing the pacer who paced the quick pace,

And chases the chaser who’s chasing the chased.

She’s dialing the dialer who dialed the dial,

And smiles with the smiler who smiling his smile.

Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CG8B9MG

Product details

  • Paperback: 44 pages
  • Publisher: Independently published (July 3, 2020)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 979-8632392976
  • ASIN: B08CG8B9MG
  • Product Dimensions: 8 x 0.1 x 10 inches

 


Say When 060320

There were so many moments

You could have stopped

If you had compassion

If you showed mercy.

 

When he stopped struggling

When he stopped asking

His (dead) mother for help

When he fell unconscious

When he stopped breathing

When he lost his pulse

But you continued

To choke his dead body

For another three minutes.

 

Was your hatred so great

That death wasn’t

Punishment enough

For being a black man?


Dear Mr. President 060220

Dear Mr. President,
Do you think by using
overwhelming force
against your own people,
you will accomplish anything?
You are not even putting
a bandage on a gunshot wound.

The anger that your people feel
cannot be contained
if they are forced back
into their homes
or prison cells.

There is no justification for people
to commit acts of violence
against innocent people.
It is wrong when committed
by an individual
or the government.

The problem is a racist system.
The problem is not a brick through a window.
You cannot solve the problem
by silencing the victims.

Racism exists
On city streets,
In quiet neighborhoods,
In public parks.

In the Inquisition there was a saying,
You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.
Social inequalities will not go away
unless we make them go away,
through legislation
through education
through a redistribution of wealth.

Patriots say, freedom is not free!
But neither is equality.
Neither is justice.
We need to fight for equality.
We need to fight for justice.
Not only when it is in the news,
But every moment that we breathe.

Victims have long memories.
We will remember the knee on his neck.
We will remember the plea for mercy.
We will remember the death
in a quiet neighborhood.
We will remember the call to the police.

The troops you send against us,
Will not wipe those injustices,
Or the thousand others from our memory.
Change will.

 


Covid 051420

covid persona

covid pariah

covid stigmata

covid survivor

 

Clandestine clinician

Production obstruction

 

covid denier

covid implier

covid vendetta

covid agenda

 

Discussion dysfunction

Forsaken foundations

 

covid Golgotha

covid Gomorrah

covid Hegira

covid hosanna

 

Contagion contention

Delusion, Damnation

 

covid Pandora

covid Medusa

covid Messiah

covid Valhalla

 

Attention, Attraction,

Affliction, Abstention

 

covid miasma

covid pneumonia

covid saliva

covid proxima

 

Secretion suspicion

Exertion exhaustion

  

covid bandanna

covid regalia

covid tequila

covid bologna

 

Prevention pretention

Rebellion reception

 

covid babushka

covid omega

covid dementia

covid dilemma

 

Attrition aversion

Morticians libations

 

covid enigma

covid obeah

covid fantasia

covid Eurasia

 

Reduction, Redaction

Retraction, Inaction

 

covid persona

covid pariah

covid stigmata

covid survivor

 

 

 

 

 


Article on A.F. Winter

In the Summerville Journal Scene, my local paper.

It also may be the reason why I should never give interviews!

Please click on the link below.

Article


dead words 02/2020

dead words on a page

 

i liked them so much better

when they were in my mind.

they danced, they jumped

they changed

as i tried to get them right.

 

They begged me to write them down,

But when I did,

They were empty, ugly, and dead,

Frozen in time and space,

In an effort to be validated.