Tuesday, September 30, 2014

LEAVE ME BEHIND I'LL BE FINE



NEVER TOO OLD TO REMEMBER
Looking around me I see the society that has moved so far away from free I no longer see much point in playing a part of the deception that my thinking is a misconception. In a land that longs for more wars to get more customers into our weapon stores all the while the facts that babies are starving is not realistic when it is just reported as some foregone acceptable statistic.

I have so much of nothing left to offer that I find society willingly lets me be to hopefully to move on a bit faster. I can’t claim a huge stash of cash or skunk weed seed, no mash for a still or will to war anymore for anything of riches; it all looks to my wrinkled old face as greed knocking at society’s door.Big fancy well dressed sons a bitches.

I know my needs, have become comfortable in them, I spend time finding ways to have mercy on me when I don’t chase after them. I am aware that my needs are filled by the earth, time left alone and, chances care

I was walking on warm Ohio winter day and never knew I needed a coat. I nearly passed by the one laying there cast asidethere in the dirt, bent over and picked it up and shook off the frozen crud stuck on that old rag of a coat. Put it atop my pack and walked on past the night fall. I grabbed that old ragged looking coat all buttons still attached; it kept me free of the cold.

And that is how my life was and again now always will be. After that day of the coat my life I worked it away and wound up broke trying to stay even with my greed; but now I am older and more wrinkled and have come back to what I knew as a child, leave my greed alone and the earth will see to my need. Society, you’ve moved on so very far beyond and without me.  

© M Durfee
9/30/14

Thursday, September 25, 2014

ALWAYS LEAVE A LITTLE OPEN SPACE

WHERE LOVE IS STORED

My love, what is left of it,
is found among a hidden
self-made clearing
in the secret Acacia grove.

You will not find much of my soul there;
only the skin and blood
left behind from the work of the clearing
and my heart.

All that core contains,
untouched by the sprawl of humanity
out to cover over everything
not held sacred by me, by you, by us who love on still.

If I had no need of my memories
of better moments of beauty, dawns and dusks,
the days between them,
they would be held safely there too.

This is the complete list of my riches,
wealth worth nothing to anyone but me;
for it is my heart,
my map through the maze.

The shame of being human today is that true riches
must be protected by thorns so long, so sharp
they will shred a thief. It is a shame we have a need
to protect that which we should be freely sharing.

© M Durfee
9.25.2014


Sunday, September 21, 2014

WHAT I THOUGHT WHILE WITH THE WINDS



TIME TO GO BACK AS STOCK IN THE POT

The winds of the world
always in constant commotion
take me, blow me over the planet
to see all the troubled humanity in motion.

My heart breaks with every tiny body,
young or old,
laying lifeless in places hot and cold
where there should be peace,
places where humanity needs it dearly so,
but instead we get the grappling for power
between declared foes who care not
for the death of the insignificant little ones.

Where does that innocence go?
Born on the wings of the winds blowing over the planet.
Our final destiny is it to end as we have begun,
Live lives longing for peace and joy
while devolving into one celled creatures crawling
for release back into the primordial soup?

It could be the plan that now we know
the knowledge of the difference between good and evil
we could re-emerge, be reborn as human life again,
treat different with the earth, loving life’s fruit
more than the taste of a human’s blood purposely
shed by so many ever want to be powerful men.

© M Durfee
9.21.2014