Broken

                                                                           Broken
A trucker walks into a synagogue…

I
t sounds like the start of a joke, but it’s not.

Not a joke when this trucker is a crazed anti-Semitic
looking for somewhere to aim his misguided blame
Not when he perpetrates another of the countless massacres
that have become the wretched lore of America’s shame
Not a joke when any old trucker from Pennsylvania
can inexplicably have twenty-one guns registered in his name

It’s not the least bit funny when this same old story happens every other day.
It’s called the same old story, because the same old story is always the same.

It seems to happen
every other day
Lives change, in the blink of an eye
Lives changed, in the worst possible way
So many lives
The same old story
Every other day

Every other day
I can feel the devastation
Sickening me again, as a broken system cracks
Resonating again, as a broken person snaps
The devastation of every other day
The anger, the heartache, the vast impacts
The scourge of so many weapons, the same cold facts
So many lives,
changed in the worst way
Lost, in the devastation,
of every other day

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A young couple decides to start a family…

It sounds like a very nice story, until it’s not.

A young mother pulls on her favourite boots,
excited about
a long-awaited night out with her friends
Drinks and dancing, and all the best intentions,
missing her daughter more with every text she sends
Her husband sends her a photo of their peaceful sleeping baby,
never imagining, that tonight, his wife’s life abhorrently ends

Yet another lost name on the long, sad, deplorable list of every other day.
Three more victims of a system that breaks far more often than it bends.

It seems to happen
every other day
Lives change, in the blink of an eye
Lives changed, in the worst possible way
So many lives
The same sad story
Every other day

Every other day
I can feel the desolation
Weakening me again, as a broken system fails
Resonating again, as a broken child wails
The desolation of every other day
The anguish, the heartbreak, the immense scale
The weight of so many coffins, so many final nails
So many lives stolen
So many broken
So many changed
Changed, in the worst way
The same sad news
The same sad reality
The same desolation,
every other day
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Composure

COMPOSURE

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Searching for composure…

A calm and even keel,
Controlling what I feel,
Knowing when to conceal.
Thinking, before I speak,
Biding, before I seek.

Waiting out the weak,
 Learning how to deal


Gaining a better grip…

A handle on such things,
How my opinion rings,
That sarcasm stings.
A jab, from out of sight,
Catalyst, to a fight,
Bruising with its might.
The hurt that it brings


Restraining words that wound…

Ceased, before they’re said,
Bandaged, before they’re bled,
Repressing all the red.
More composed, with what I say,

More steady, with every day,
 Anger slowly drifting away.
Smooth sailing ahead


Finding my composure…

Speaking more to please,
Calming the stormy seas,
A consistent gentle breeze.
Words, clearly thought,
Words, carefully sought,
Words calmly wrought.
Shaped by their ease

Searching for, and gaining,
Finding, while restraining,
Retaining and maintaining,
my composure.
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Unprincipled

     Unprincipled

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For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they know that they should
With a house and car to pay for
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of conscience
Like a robot worker would

The disconnect is intentional
Communication, at a safe length
The less you know the better
To keep their position of strength

Little more than numbers
For the ten hours on your feet
A place where morals and morale
Will never actually meet

Staying level is the struggle
As you wrestle with the machine
A slave to your own devices
With support that’s never seen

It’s commotion in constant motion
It’s the epitome of the grind
With too few doing far too much
While taking it from behind

Manufactured misery
Muscles that constantly ache
Dreading the next marathon
Keeps your worst pains awake
Surrounded by market based cynicism
A daily dose of take and take
In a world of false principles
Defined by what you make

Lunch break is anything but that
With expletives flying around
Pushed to their breaking point
Everyone is breaking down

Saving lives while wasting yours
Management playing their game
Speaking their company rhetoric
While conditions stay the same

A factory devoid of humanity
Insulated by it’s innovation
Where output suppresses input
With ultimatums for motivation

Where half the workers are angry
And the other half are pissed
Where safety is priority one
And integrity misses the list

You bite your tongue
For the greater good
No one really wants to
But they knew you would
With children to clothe and feed
It is simply understood
Endure the lack of ethics
Like every employee should

Setback


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Setback

The long and straight road
 just around this curve
The hard-earned happiness
that we all deserve…


Just when we felt ready

for our lives to improve
The rug is pulled out
weeks from our move
Naïve to true character
 the greed of this clown
Did not see it coming
and he took us down

Worse because of our wait
until the timing was right
Patience and compromise
and our goal was in sight
We lost what we found
in the blink of an eye
Contractual loop-hole
the worst reason why

Unethical and unchristian
in every last way
A faith that escapes me
 with no place to stay
Hard to understand
decency so easily lost
Unconcerned about effects
or the considerable cost

Anger and resentment
attached to this news
Struggling with my will
and the retribution blues
Sleepless once again
from selfish lack of reason
Leaving a family homeless
during the coldest season


Seasons change…


Battling these elements
we are not alone
The reason of others
has calmed my tone
Strength in our number
at the end of this rope
The warmth of words
is a blanket of hope

The comfort of friends
reassuring calm voices
Easing our urgency
by revealing our choices
Strength in our situation
a position of power
Snapped back to reality
like the coldest shower

It is just a matter of time
not too far away
The stars will align
and peace will come our way
Spiritual, solely because
we’ve reached from within
Recovered our dignity
despite their sin

The weight of the world
but it’s just one more rep
Spring is in our future

and it’s in our step
Put all of this behind us
 and write a different poem
Just another small setback
on our long  journey home


The long and straight road

is just around this curve
The hard-fought happiness
that we all deserve…

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Spite

                 Spite


Bitter and unforgiving

Imbedded in how you speak
Stubborn and so hurtful
 First instinct of the weak

Malicious pointed words
Constantly pointed finger
Damage you can’t rescind
Resentment that will linger

Spite makes you smaller
A grudge, poison to the soul
An ego guarding its territory
Arrogance digging a hole

Rooted in feeling superior
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An excuse for the narrow-minded
To be petty and pathetic

Paralyzing emotions
Anger and especially spite
Stuck under the weight of words
Unwilling to do what’s right.
Still so full of negativity
 Still so much pent-up hate
Accept what life has dealt you
Because soon might be too late.

Bitter and unrelenting
Forgotten what it’s all about
Difficult and missing the point
Ugliness turned inside out

Anger so very misguided
An all-encompassing rage
Unable to forget or forgive
Refusal to turn the page

Insufferable and exacting
Spite consumes you like a cancer
Irreplaceable time spent selfishly
Questions you refuse to answer

You will look back with regret Grave
Stop living life as a quitter
Bitter and alone without your kids
And with them… just bitter

Paralyzing emotions
Anger and especially spite
You will be lost in your darkness
Until you realize there is light.
Let go and try the positive
Let go of all that hate
Accept what life has dealt you
Because soon might be too late.

Perspective

 

Perspective
Misunderstanding.

Misunderstood.
Anyway that you put it,
It is never any good.

Always seems to begin as a whisper
Accelerates on one side alone

A single word taken the wrong way
Actual intentions, largely unknown.

The kind of careless reaction
That can take all of it away
A thoughtless mental mistake
After a very thoughtful day.


You are wrong.
No. You are.

Any way that you put it,
It should never get this far.

Anger runs away with the truth
Leaving confusion in its wake
First and last straw all at once
A different mind-set, another take.

A tenuous and delicate balance
On a paper-thin perch
An instant away from nothing
After a life-long search.


I am sorry.

I was wrong.
Be the one to say it,
When it’s gone on too long.

Don’t let your ego get the best of you
And jeopardize all that you’ve built
Clearly not worth the risk

Neither the ultimatum, nor the guilt.

You realize your overreaction
You recognize your own short sight
Feeling tired and wired and restless
After a late love torn night.


Think of all you have to lose.

 Lose the drama to save face.
Take the high road to resolution.
 Let perspective find its place.

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