Confines of an Over-Extended American Empire

In a bread basket lays our food
Kansas, Egypt, Iowa, Russia
Wherein does a consumer economy get?
Wherefore do the mechanics and electronics come?
And why does oil subsidize the free trade...

Oh, Mr. Robot's premise of Stock Exchanges
Why is there so much money?
Whom do the fatcats buy their Blackberries from?
What breadbasket is therein protected from drought?

In ages by-gone when goods were transported by people
Long ago when bread and circusii reigned fervent hearts
People starved from drought in Egypt
And their economy shriveled with the hot sun on Pyramids
For they lacked food to feed their economy and slave labor.
With nothing to feed their people and empire, and armies galore.

A mere lack of electronics Mr. Robot would end your show
Would end your quest,
Just as Don Quixote would have no war inside
To tilt against windmills.. without lance in grip and mind,
And war of mankind against the sure and steadfast.

Without a motherboard, circuit in washing machine
Timer chip in oven, switch in vacuum, LED lightbulbs
Transistors in Power Grids, Switches in Google searches
An American Empire would grind no more grist

For, They, these days make the bread we eat
From a Pacific Theater and united Asian trade bloc
That will inevitably break-up.  They always do.
Those Chinese are tempered people that kick all walls down,
Presumably, because they know how to build them;
And know what they do.

A Penny For Your Thoughts

My love's heart is a jar
Filled with living water
All the joys and hopes and dreams
Filling to brim

And left outside to freeze
Rimmed with ice, melted at core
Closed and cold
Swimming internally

She brings inside
Her frozen heart
To soften and protect
And to clean and fill

Perhaps with canned meat
Perhaps with strawberries
This is her heart
She does what pleases, her.

12 Years of Old News

It's 9am, I'm tired
Thought hot coffee, swirled.
A small cup of joy,
I dip into lakes naked.

Where are all the loves
In the sky that created time?
Why does hate worm it's way
Along the Earth where we stay.

In the cloud's eye I feel as one.
The straying mote floating like bright
Drifting, as smoke drifts.. my life, carried
In the stillness, nearly invisible, except for the light.

My love is a familiar love now, comfortable and in reach
Trusted..  but infrequent
My love is a friendly love, that seeks companionship
Lonely..  but loving

And I float on and on and in spiral's reach of galactic clouds
A speck on a speck on a pale blue dot
The heavens holding all of spacetime,
In worlds' series of circles enfolding.

Love the great universe holding curiosity about itself
What's over the next mote, page, life, thought, taste...
Overlittle.. but learning, laughter, love, and life
In the light passing through the clouds of di-hydrogen oxide.

What a curious feeling, this cup.
Feels like my soul has wings
Where is psyche off to now in this winnowing
I dive off dock into calm ocean, naked.

A Shot Rings Out

A shot rings out, echoes through the canyons of buildings
Rolls through the ground
Another person dies, another crowd

How many dead, lost count
300 mass shootings in as many days...
Another Mom gone, and another daughter dead
Another man, someone's baby, red.

And we spend our money building prisons
And closing schools
Which would give skills to earn a living...
Other than cheating, stealing, lying  ..killing..

Another shooting 200 injured
Gun Control being gutted
Health insurance being gutted
Mental health funding gutted
Social Services being gutted

It's almost like big-government, big data, and big money
Don't care about the people that are creating their value
In their money, but in their bills, too
In their bills, but in their house
In their home, but in bed, too.

The wealth of nations' resides in its humanity.

Tryst Twixt Cupid's Psyche

My Psyche with beautiful wings
Dances with the couches
Reading books and playing games
Plays all day with the dogs of Diana
The sheep the cats the horse
Brings dreams to Cupid
To forge into arrows

My Psyche can't sing, can't dance
But she's beautiful in the meeting
The hot dish, the cup of coffee
Her body sings in my blood like honey wine
While reading _poems to f*ck by_
And her wings take her to eternity

Narcissus even fell in love with her beauty
But she left to play in forest wild
And his will left alone
Gazed on his body, it was something,
Until he was struck with vanity
And binded yellow and dumb.

My Psyche I would suffer mockery
For her kind heart does not know why she laughs
Does not know cruelty
My Psyche I am in love with
And hope to steal a billion kisses +1

My Psyche is a beatiful rose
Meant to spread her glory
Reaching into heaven's sky
With roots in hell
To bring love to worlds' story

My Psyche is another love I cannot compare
And I hold her dear
Oh, to hug her in my arms again
To feel her body heat
To feel her heart beat
To press her lips against me
I should love my Psyche, with butterfly wings.

You Don't Write, You Don't Call... don't you love me!?!?

Where do people go when they work
The hive eats them up
Borrows them while they're out
Finds them returning
Gives them  back to the world

Where do people go when they die
The dark eats them up
Borrows them while they're down
Finds them when busy
Gives them back to the universe

Where do people go when they laugh
The joy eats them up
Borrows them while they're bored
Finds them when light
Gives them back to the joy

Where do people go when they love
The fire eats them up
Borrows them while they're lonely
Finds them when surrounded
Gives them back to their family

Where do people go when they're anal
The pedantic eats them up
Borrows them while they're critical
Finds them when they're awake
Gives them back to the asshole

Where do people go when they read
The focus eats them up
Borrows them while they're spelling
Finds them while they're concentrating
Gives them back to the library

Where do people go when they flow
The role eats them up
Borrows them while they soul
Finds them while they're creating
Gives them back to the woald

And When My Mom Left

And when my Mom left
The cellphone stayed on
And sat there wondered
How to tap into that connection
But try not, do. and I did

Wonderfully, Amazingly
To find myself in Heaven
With a Pocket full of movies
And lightsaber by my side
While the Devil and Angel battle

I'd.. finally'd... seen... the first scene
Of yesterdays fair play, though suspected day
And scripts was playing, perhaps season finally, today,
Caught in the middle of two chessman, until board,
And let loose light enough to knock the devil down.

The series between heaven and hell,
And finally caught the first episode.
And still I wonder what curosity caught me...
To initially listen to hip-hop and chill,
'Cept, it's great when it's conscience.
Fun night, I smiled, briefly, but don't usually.
Found a trip light, and laying on the ground.

Just thrown in.  I was just thrown in about ankle deep.
A different life I had to learn in and swim.
But now I got an apartment that keeps me...

And when my Mom left the cellphone stayed on.
And on and on and on.
My Dad though, frustrates me, as he ages younger
I get upset with him, though he says very little
It's always hard to do everything oneself,
When everybody knows what one should be doing.
Plus, what one has to do for him or her self,
When they just criticize you for it.

The Moon Rock that Pined

A love of mine
Has never felt closer
She walks with dignity
In the world of dirt that is life

And yet, I've never felt lonelier
Or more isolated
That.. isolated, from opinion or judgment
But also just from the messy thing life is
That I've studied...
That I am...

Like a piece of moon rock,
I reside sterile and forgotten
Having been ejected from some cataclysm
To rest on ground upon some forest floor
Non-plussed with the sticks and close views
From each of my nearest neighbors

There isn't a we, here
There is a me, but I rot here
With the rain and snow
With the sun and the thunder
Slowly splitting to dust
An ancient relic of foreign lore
An ancient wisdom, too

And this little moon rock
Feels alone
While a maiden nearby
Forages for her rock garden
Having passed me by
For easier, cheaper, stronger, better

But I come from the stars
I have watched nebula explode
I've seen the rise of man
And continents collide
I've lit up the night
And rest now, watching empires
Of ants marching along a deer trail
For the love of a queen and a scent

I wish I had a love of my own...
!For I am Moon Rock!
With a longing so alone for companionship
_Unrequited... Even_
As I rot to rubble, under a leaf by a beer bottle,
In the great Emerald Empire of the carpenter ant.

For My Food is SPARTA!

My house is still after long nap
Oddly the dreaming continues
And the conflict..
    Takes presence.

An old arguement resurfaces
As I peel a tomato into my bowl of rice with rosemary
Diced.
And the food has centered me.
Grounded,
Cleared the agitating smoke
       From within my room.
Without having digested a molecule of ATP
Without really having absorbed anything, yet.

Somehow knowing I'm o.k. is enough
While I'm not waiting for it to be o.k.
Okayness is on it's way
Where I'll meet it, with a bigger belly.
And my mind is calmer, and seeking comfort.

Is that heretical?
To seek comfort.. calm... silence..?
It totally isn't.
Just like fun in of itself isn't a sin,
Or a laugh somekind of putdown.

Its the quiet, at ease with itself, Night
That spreads rest at no cost to one
The relaxed activity that says why bother...
Comfort, that boon of health,
Even the sick have an ounce or two of,
And the cool night has enough to shake a stick at
While the crickets mark it's passing tide of calm.

How ridiculously harmonious
Should I have a small bowl of rice and tomato
And two slices of cheese every supper,
Would my time always feel velvety?