SONG
There is
no song that can be unsung,
no lyric easily removed once voiced
if
suddenly a better choice comes
while
the chorus hooks the intent in.
Sliding
scales from rainbows colors
to the
depths of pure dark despair
carry
many a tune to hearing ears.
some not
so nice others so very grand.
Operatic
tunes that reverberate across times land
through mans
generations of audiences ears,
each
time heard a different portion stands,
appears
depending on times day; uplifts or disturbs.
Sing to
me a lifelong song of social justice
not one
that tells me I need to “just trust us”
for when
the band break apart trust fails us.
Justice is
a need that never fails or leaves us.
© M
Durfee
11/17/13
APHORISMS
If I fly off tomorrow
it will mean I have cheated death
M Durfee
11/17/13
What use is fear of a man robbing you
when he is just as scared
of getting caught as you are of being robbed?
M Durfee
11/17/13
I once started to learn to play the drums,
I finally figured out that drums
are not made of brick and concussions hurt.
M Durfee
11/17/13
Pain is like masturbation,
you only feel it
while it’s happening.
M Durfee
11/17/13
The forecast is for rain.
Detroit is so God damn dangerous
Even the weather refuses to cross 8 mile road.
M Durfee
11/17/13
You can run fast and far from hate
But when you get where you’re going
You will still have to change.
M Durfee
11/17/13
That last one hit me especially hard. I'm a runner by nature. But I have to find a place to rest somewhere, and I can't do that if I can't grow.
ReplyDeleteShakes, I tried that running for a long time, then I realized I smoked to much, so I lit one up caught my breath and walked. I realized I had been moving so fast I missed all the rest stops. Growth is understanding and accepting reality as it is.
Deletei would rather justice than trust us, for what trust is there without justice? ha, i dunno...pain echoes at times too....yes, so true on that last one as well...
ReplyDeleteBrian, there in lies our national conundrum, can't trust anyone. A little modicum of visible honesty with no spin would be nice though eh?
DeleteThe last rains came softly, and did not cut the red earth
ReplyDeleteTorrents are rain that swiftly cut through the soul
Deletesome would say that flying off cheats death forever
ReplyDeleteFair assessment Carleton. I'd prefer my own terms on the ticket though.
DeleteYou laid out a banquet to feast on today. I'm satiated.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosaria sometimes my three brain cells rotate fast enough to produce something.
DeleteI specially enjoyed your APHORISMS (specially the last one) ~ Food for thoughts ~
ReplyDeleteHappy week Mark ~ Am taking a short break in writing ~
Grace thank you for always the kind hopes for me. I am winding down a bit myself.
DeleteBe Well and check in once in awhile so I know it be true that you are.
Amen, brother, on all fronts ~!
ReplyDeleteI learned not long ago that a bunch of my Illinois France fam' were in the Progressive Miners of America ~ yeahdawg ~!
You do know the PMoA were the first ones truly called rednecks. they had no union cards back then so they wore red scarves. Now here we sit in the birth place of union pushback against corporacracy with RTW. Stay in where you are Erik. You only have a little bit left of Perry.
DeleteMark, all truisms. How about this windy weather-Detroit and burbs?! Hope you are well. I'm gonna call u again soon. xo
ReplyDeleteOk Jodi first we had no spring, summer only lasted 4 weeks. What's next year back to back winter? The hood had no damage other than usual daily routine. Soon would be OK.
DeleteThis is a smorgasbord of wisdom, Mark. Yeah, you can run from things, but you can't run away from yourself.
ReplyDeleteOh ho well I know that Kim.
DeleteEven in this little burg the thugs are running amok. Comer Boy Thugga was killed just the other day, shot dead with some lead to the cranium, down right there in the dirt. Those who killed him were in another gang, and are already caught. Dead right there for all intent at 17 years old. Pretty awful and what is the cause? Lack of social justice from over 175 years? I don't know.
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