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So . . .

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So weary of this war machine

where “They” and “Them

MUST BE DESTROYED

 

So easy

when it’s THEM

Because

THEY

did

THAT and

THEY deserve it

 

Children, howling, slapping back

With all the rage and indignation of a God

(we bluster)

all the bite and brawl of a rabid Dog

(we attack)

 

Heeding the seasick call of

an infrasound fear,

beating just out of reach,

behind our eyes,

pulsing,

beneath our hearts

in the slick, oily underbelly

underscoring,

undermining,

the syncopated rhythms

of our own internal compass

Jarring our needles from their

HOMEward pointing cradles

spinning them, careening

towards a magnetic pole

that leaves us all thin,

dizzy and amnesiac

 

All less than our whole

 

Stretched and translucent

Far from community

from tribal unity

from our humanity

 

And just as senseless,

just as petty,

just as bereft of higher vibration

or thought

 

Naked

of true meaning

of THE purpose

that IS

 

love

 

An action so small

Four tiny letters typed on a page

A line, a circle, an unfinished inverted triangle, an arm encircling in half-embrace

Four letters (4)

To bring us HOME

 

So

Ready

to join arm-and-arm with fellow humans

REAL humans

not automaton politicos

or Wall Street thieves

or the grift of man-made marketer dreams

 

So

Ready

to leave behind all the gaping, ooze of want

(disguised as NEED)

to abandon our Corporate Overlords

to their empty marbled fortunes

and gristle-strewn lies

 

(All of them, long ago parted

from the heft and whisper of their 10.5 ounce fisted muscle,

aortic valves parched, cracked and curling at their edges

their barren chests echoing with the hollow reverberations of a desolate chamber)

 

Peeling back these crusty, wilted layers,

the greed-covered rot, 

to find that better place

where those four tiny letters

and empathy,

kindness,

and consideration,

reside

 

To find us,

and them,

and they,

 

Are WE.

 

Reunited –

blooming in the Bedouin desert

hand-feeding one another,

feasting, on the honeyed milk-giggles

of OUR children

 

 

Vanessa Nix Anthony

June 14, 2016

Written by Rainee Squatch

June 14, 2016 at 4:18 pm

The Magnificent (Larry C. Green, October 1, 1951- September 11, 2006)

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My Father

It’s not safe
no more
You’re not here
Wasn’t safe when you were near
Wasn’t sweet
But now I crave that bitter taste Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

June 16, 2012 at 8:47 pm

Delicate

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The littlest of thingsPorcelain Anemone Crab
pockmark thoughts
burrow holes
onto dreams

The thinnest of papery
onion skin
marks me
bluely translucent beneath

This pulsing of red
rushes heart and then head
with its hands upon time
twisting it blind Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

May 26, 2012 at 10:49 pm

Can You See Me?

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There are times when I wish all the baggage would just fade away

Sisters

All the missteps
All the competition
All the hurt feelings, past betrayals or misunderstandings
To hell with rivalry

And we could just be
like we were

Little girls in love

With life
with our parents
with each other

Not women fighting
for boundaries Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

May 26, 2012 at 10:22 pm

Who’s to Say What is Right

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Oh how I loved you
My split aparts
My twins

One of earth and soil – my blood
One of heart and night’s bright sky
“I think it’s dirty, rotten”
How they’ve gotten in between Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

May 26, 2012 at 10:18 pm

Black Licorice

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Black licorice spinning round

I look for you in books

on pages

In the residue of characters

lives and thoughts

In painted scenes

And in the incessant philosophy

of humankind

I see you in children’s faces Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

September 23, 2010 at 6:03 am