WAKING UP TO SLEEP

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JOURNAL#26

from the dust of confession

the guilty mind courts sage

the philosophers call such process

reasoning

from this fluid place

poetry flows unnamed

and in the blink of a self condemning eye

all activity is carefully cataloged

information and the like

choice ammunitions of the arguer's wit

blood let the catalyst

of confrontation's firm will

into horrendous rubble

a short series of winds

pass such devastation

onto another day

abuses brought on by

numbed mindless reaction

to repeatedly suffered brutality

travels the same

blatantly ignorant courses

the doldrums

lure

the suicide contemplating masses

in to fill up the graveyards

with the piled up human refuse

of a truly disposable society

tears bait the eyes

to think of humanity

once so esteemed

now mere litter of flesh

ground up from yesterday's headlines

of humiliation forgotten

as the lesser back page fence sitters

lost the entire match

to a faceless opponent

before the first set was

even played

history never tires

of targeting a new day..............

(written Dec. 30, 2001 230am)










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