no room at the inn /Ai WeiWei protests
the silver white mailed steeds galloped far and fast and leaped
their heaven's celestial royal riders jumped across the wide,
the moat of human flesh and blood
no one partook to stop and listen or to look, 'cept few
engrossed in selves, heads bowed down to mud forlorn
while rejection's dust flakes' fell on dirty snow, melted mud
fallen, falling from high above, earth's high polluted skies
below angry spent, human cries echo off the sides of mountains
who far distant sigh and weep for humanity against humanity
falling, crying for those trapped against borders' territory
boundaries caught, trapped within, squeezing therein
between each place the meek they run, scared dread
cannot outgun the heartless ones
no room to cross from side to the other,
they crave common human need simple sanctuary, all so simple,
walls of faces turned away, stern though childrens' mothers weep
border camps tents in mud, routes shut down
southeast europe migrants flow, stopped by EU decree
in midst of heavy rain travail, mothers wail
refugees desperate swarm, countries' wars do flee
in camps of sodden weariness' mess, awful stress,
broken bones and teeth, shiver's cold souls' duress
amassed of late, plight repeat and played again
across our media screens our conscience screams
crowded greek border camps or middle east
any hemisphere where humans dwell
seek of refuge from storm's rise of genocide
across the world lands a red horse rider rides
not so gallant as the the lone chinese figure walks
Ai WeiWei purveyor surveyor messenger of God,
beholds squalid sea of nylon canvas domes,
victims' hungry eyes of glass he sees
arms crossed, solemn care, speechless
indignation quiet, wise lines his head and face
expression flows, silently earth and heaven move
spirit voices shout and join the mountains and creation
ear splitting shouts heard in spirit kingdom, "how long oh Lord?"
is there no solemn woe among us for those
and with compassion prayer move
together in tune with the God and his watchers?
their silent cries muffled within thin fabric shells' walls
i can hear across the universe and in my life's quarters too
yells up cry, toward heaven sweep,
while we in cozy's warm do sleep
how many walls are there to build?
vague lessons learned or none
from Berlin's fallen one
more planned barricade walls to erect
by force of weapon, concrete or steel
crush human flesh and bone designed
enshrined akin to mexico's rusting one
far be it restored to gleaming steel,
perhaps one day nonetheless
he walks on, like silent, unseen earthen angel,
his arms folded weak, yet conviction strong
valient, little known hero human
his face in wry stare, indignant quiet observes
intimidates convicts the greedy
though powerless in flesh he does record uphold
in silent mind soul's testimony
before witness of man and God
stands alone and represents
all of those and some who in the least, compassion feel,
do yield before to heaven's gate
recorded in His book 'til the day appointed
his eternal wise omniscience' plan of reckoning
above the plans and rule of man
when all thought be weighed and measured
by his holy court of law
above the earth, world's face
when men and angels holy made
will judge and speak for trodden outcasts' behalf
for you and me forsaken rejected, maligned assigned for now
we'll sing another song, as real as life and death now is
a place as yet to come, shall be
a testimony that He cares, does listen,
though now, for just a little while in his shadow wait
our measure is by frail transitory minds', patience weak
due suffering formidable, life upon this rocky orb in lonely space
we are like spring grass here and now,
gone tomorrow in summer's sun
in time's short grip in fallen curse upon this age on earth
we live with death, we wait to blow away
in the wind our time is short, like the refugees
we are only here for a little while
before death's door, if not taken in instant's snuff
when conscious mind be blown out comes
when like a candle or a switch lights be put out,
will we not see and act and be there for the refugees
before each our end, some might or will see
his truth and love justified
when and what man is always powerless to fix
to overcome resentment and chains of pout
tomorrow comes for everyone
though He does not answer unless you listen
he is creator God, fully omnipotent and one
he will recompense those who make room at the inn
whether in their heart of prayers' spirit
or in deed
not just in Syria
hit the internet news
another day's end, no surprise
out of habit, laid back's peruse
what a ruse
it doesn't end, doesn't stop
the heyday hellday no holiday
from the dawn of time since the fall
of mankind's war to this day
another day of play
war at home, in the family, in the heart
'til death do us part
war in towns no matter hemisphere
in the cities no matter latitude longitude
all earth creatures warlike attitude
across lone territories though out all nations
in the heart, in the mind and soul of man
what will it take to exorcise?
every creature wars on earth
insects, birds, mammals, fish
fight to kill and sport and eat
but man fights wars against self friend and foe
for other reasons, some are known
and some no one knows
quite how to stop
the biggest war is for riches untold
until there's nothing left
but the dead of war
if i could ask the earth,
if it could talk
it is after all a living organism itself
it breathes with air and heaves with tectonic plates
upon its face along with waters salt and fresh
supports all manner of sweet living things on her back
mother earth, appropriate name for this gorgeous sphere
apple of God's eye and mine
if i could ask mother earth,
if she would talk
in human language plain
to hear what she would understand,
"what is it you feel?"
she, i'm sure would groan
as she does each time from time to time
besides her quakes and weather wild,
a nuclear punch, a uranium bomb and other sorts
of vile violent weapons against her own
children, human, or animal killed, or murdered maimed
or stained with hateful senseless hurt
of war political religious or just plain hate
she would groan as does all creation,
at the evil deeds of man led by greed
and other vile ones . . .
to feel the need to raze conscience unfazed,
rain forests to the ground with no second glance
poisoned tainted radiation leaks
ground, underground, air, water's streams and oceans wide
smoke and ashes and dirt and desolation
like the surface of the moon
children of man inheritors that come
another world war the third how soon?
mother earth, she spins and revolves in splendor's beauty
clothed in frothing silken waves of white and foam
she moves with grace of clouds that veil her beauty
face of blue and white golden tans of brown and beige
green velvet forms of waving plains and forest hues
her sphere of form of arc and orb,
oh, so precious painted eye in black of space
turquoise blue of every hue
i'm sorry Mom for what's being done
remember San Bernadino
cover the murdered innocents in san bernadino with
lupine purple lavender brilliant on this mountain slope
cover them with cold sweet alpine needles' green sweet smell
shine upon their still grey faces with this platinum southern sun touching distant sleeping mountain peaks
cover their terrified screams
with this low rumbling water fall
cleanse their still bodies with this pristine waters' spray
their heads, their fallen bodies riddled with
those cold iron coward’s bullets
lay them upon moss soft ’n sweet
cover their warm bodies' memory with ferns' velvet leaves
cover their blood pooled hair ’n keep it clean
lay these needles of noble pine's wreath
upon the downy humus ground over their bodies safe,
forever far from those cold black psycho cached minds
diabolos' agents’ destined cast into eternal fire’s lake
through the patient wait of night ’til eternal day’s dawn
shelter them with our invisible, ethereal kisses
blessed heaven's victory over death
our exhaled patient prayers wait
coming final redemption’s promise
count on it by thoughts of loves' triumph over hate
civilization's golden liberty’s arm
standing fast in their memory
Paris Eulogy
Oil and water have not reconciled
since the dawn of chemistry's birth
neither can, nor will
so too is true
of those that do violence
and live by the sword
they will die by the same means
the Paris Event
indescriminate violence
against the unsuspecting innocent
who simply want to do their business
of living
who want to enjoy Life
who want to live and let live
who bless the world with their love
of humanity
those that live by violence and
worship its means
to an end
of their sinister,
anti-humanity goal
murder of humanity
will not, can never
justify, reconcile,
their horrific actions
with those of the civilized world
the rule of law
benevolent
freedom
or
the rule of law
marshall
totalitarianism
"free democracies
or free KGB"
Gandhi, King, Jesus and
many others like you and me
know that
love and hate can never mix
hate can never reconcile,
only love's persuasion
of hate
maybe
love can mix where there is hate
God is real
he is spirit
he is love
"Love thy neighbor as thyself"
in memory of those
for those who were murdered in Paris
my condolences to
their families, friends
and those worldwide
who believe that love
and only love
can bridge differences