Sunday, April 29, 2012

114. The Future

Man has a choice.
Between dark.
Between light.
Who will write the pages of the next thousand years?
Will it be peace and harmony with nature and ourselves
Living in a glorious utopian paradise?
Or will there only be more bloodshed and violence
As we fall into the chasm
Of our own making?
When will our star fall from its lofty height?
What new stars will replace us?
Will they pave their roads with us
As we with those before?
There will be new Ozymandias statues
Erected and worn like the old.
Who will come to sing our song?
I don’t know.
The muse hasn’t told me.
I only report what comes to my fingers.
My muse tells me only what has been written.
But she says this,
It’s only the prologue to an even greater story.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

113. December, 2012

“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the man on the street.
“Spare some change?”
“Help a fellow man?”
“You have no need of it anyway.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the charlatan.
“I’ll give you a little safety.”
“Just buy it from me.”
“Stir the pot with fears.”
“Give me your money”
“I’ll see you through.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the conspiracy theorist.
“Nibiru,”
“Tsunamis,”
“Fire from the sky,”
“Hold your breath when the volcano erupts,”
“As governments poison our food supply.”
“The earth will be taken from under our feet.”
“Beware the solar flare”
“When the shifting planet comes”
“To turn over government falsehoods”
“Blowing the whistles of truth.”
“The world supposed to end today,”
Said the fearful corporate man.
“You won’t find me staring death down”
“I’ll be crouched deep inside”
“My luxurious condo under ground.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the Buddhist monk, the priest, the imam.
Preaching from their holy places
Of religious bliss and rebirth
In the glorious afterlife.
“The world supposed to end today,”
The experts were misunderstood.
“Tsunamis are old news.”
“Super volcanoes erupt every thousand years.”
“Huricanes, Tonadoes,”
“All just a little nature.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
“The world was supposed to end today,”
Said the boy.
He chewed his gum.
He played his games.
Worry free
Expecting the sun to rise on a new day.
So the world lived on.
No rapture.
Impe died of natural causes
Pat Robertson’s still alive.
No people knocking on Heaven’s door.
They weren’t lifted up
To meet the UFO.
No monstrous man
To throw into a pit of fire.
Believers and non believers alike
Are still alive to bicker among themselves.
A disaster here.
A dictator there.
Wall Street’s ups and downs
The elections will be close.
All business as usual.

Friday, April 27, 2012

112. Another Revolution


The man on the hill,
The man in economic mountains,
The man on the street,
Became bitter enemies
A new revolution
Spreading throughout the world
Occupying the nation
As people protested against failing government and corruption.
Greece tumbled
From economic prosperity,
The Union of Europe
Scrambled to their aid.
Arabs had their spring.
The Middle East erupted with fire
To deal with their bullying dictators.
The Spring turned to Fall
Then Winter
Back to spring.
Iran threatened Israel
Promising possible nuclear annihilation.
As the world continued to burn and change
America looked over the rift of a new election.
Politicians preached their promises to people
Saying they will change.
People went “Psh”
As they play their iPhony games
Being sucked into a Facebook reality.
The election’s rift
Is where the future will be.
No change from said politicians
Nothing from violence and bloodshed.
Slavery on the chocolate Ivory Coast
While men kill and kidnap in Africa.
Nothing new.
Everything’s the same
At least the technology’s shiny.
At least a retweet showed you care.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

111. September 11 and Another War

From deep within the caves of Afghanistan
A man ordered an attack.
A cell was activated and buildings were brought down.
People demanded the truth
Expecting more conspiracy.
No truth was trusted.
The bush’s honesty was questioned
When he sent us back to Iraq.
Wall Street was supported.
The economy collapsed.
Did the bush want these things?
Or was it all coincidence?
Future generations will have to decide.
The bush left office.
A man promising change stepped up.
He made great speeches.
Made powerful promises,
Was elected,
Breaking a new racial boundary.
His presidency brought controversy
As conspiracy ran rampant in the media.
They questioned his birth.
They questioned his citizenship.
They formed parties with tea.
They scrutinized and criticized him.
They fought him at every turn.
Alas, no change came.
As for that little evil hermit in the cave.
He was found by secret men
Taken to his hellish rest.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

110. Into the Twenty-first Century

The Cold War passed into history.
The climate slowly heated.
A bush was elected
We had another war.
Saddam, the bully, made trouble.
He stomped over to Kuwait.
With a yell of “Mine!” he took the oil.
We went in, took him out, then left.
The bush said no new taxes
But raised them anyway.
We elected a Clinton.
He brought troops to Bosnia
To fight Europe’s genocide.
He warned us of new threats
But his scandal came in too loud.
The Twentieth Century closed with a bang.
Fireworks and fear made an exciting mix.
Computers that proliferated and multiplied like bunnies
Threatened to shut down because of a number.
There was never any chaos.
The end did not come.
In the heat of the warming sun
We moved on into the new Millennium.
Another bush became president.
But it was almost a gore.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

109. The End of the Cold War

Thus the world moved into another decade.
More presidents came.
They dealt with the Soviet problem in other ways.
Disco was born and died
But the mirror ball was kept.
A new decade sped through.
The rock got louder and wilder
As its great golden age reached its peak.
Hair and clothes became crazy.
Symphonies were performed with electric guitars
As singers burned the stage
With pyrotechnic words,
Colorful, blistering music
And wild backroom parties with white powder and bottles.
At the end of this golden age of rock
A president came to destroy the Soviets once and for all.
“Tear down this wall!” he said.
The ultimatum was set.
A new race started
As people hid in their shelters
Holding on
Drowning in their sweat
Hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
He built his weapons.
Tried to bring them to space.
The Soviets couldn’t keep up.
They ran out of money
The war slowly tapered out.

Monday, April 23, 2012

108. The Space Race

When the red haired man came to office
He gave us challenges.
He challenged the Soviets in Cuba.
He challenged his citizens.
He challenged us in a race to the moon.
Soviets started with Sputnik.
Then we started our own with animals and, finally, people.
We made great headway
The modules slowly developed
As Gemini became Apollo
The race continued onward.
Sprinting into the future.
Armstrong was selected for the mission.
The rockets blasted off.
They landed,
He stepped onto new soil.
One small step for man
And a giant leap
Into the future.
The flag was planted and footprints preserved.
The quietness of space was different
From the chaos at home.
May that chaos never disturb the silent peace of space.
Instead of shouting from the mountaintops like the sun wanted,
We quietly looked in awe at the fragile beauty of the earth.
Before the red-haired man’s dreams could come true,
A bullet from the books
Sent him away.