“Course Correction . . . “

The
immensity
of the the thing,
a profound
responsibility,
so much so
there comes a
propensity
to let it go,
a reflexive response to the
intensity
of the fear.
What would happen
if you grabbed hold
to steer?
Once grasped
you would become
ineffably
responsible for it all;
where you are,
where you’re going,
to what you set your hand
and what you’d rather be doing.
The
immensity
of the
responsibility
of choice.
Easier to blame,
to leave things the same,
to not bear the weight
for the result of the game.
There’s always next year,
right?
Maybe . . .
or it could end tonight.
Isn’t it time
to grab that wondrous mind,
to be the one choosing
your life’s design?
I think,
perhaps,
just maybe,
it IS.

 

Rising Hawk

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‘Not in my name’

All times, all space reframed
Where Reason rationed
A circular bastion
Of cruel fealty under flags aflame
With heartless passion
Casting darkly fruitful stains
Humanity’s cartographers, a peerless aim
Each grasping claim
Each blasting blame
An art of everlasting shame 

Not in my name
Not in my name
Not in my name

Again

Not
In
My
Name


 

 

Submitted by Juli

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