Dangerous Minds Lab

With my life

2006-03-04T13:02:00.000-08:00

What man will not seek God here
Beneath this hard, unturned soil
And dig relentlessly for the richness
Of its fertility

Subdue the earth in wide survey
Having planted the seed that roots
In cooperation and friendship
Bonded from its birth
Through the course of its maturation

Like a father with a child
Wrestling out the flower of inner strength
Whispering forth the fruit
That he might be proud
Satisfied with his accomplishment
Of mutual respect

That which supports me
Is my only necessary evidence
I will love it
With my life

At peace with their place

2006-03-04T10:34:00.000-08:00

Looking around reveals definition
The ability to distinguish one thing from another and
Effectively navigate from here to there
By identifying the boundaries of "here" and "there"

Evidence of the parameters of existence suggests
Nothing occurs haphazardly
There is order apparent in everything

Without the unseen laws of life
There would be no existence
Rules have their reason

Those who serve the law
Protect order from the ensuing chaos which would erupt
If the borders of law were removed
Or made arbitrary

There is nothing worse in a small town
Than a sheriff who cannot do his job
Lawlessness becomes the way of the land
Life is placed in jeopardy

The same is true of a judge
Or any other leader
Who lacks the qualification, integrity and competence
To carry out the function of his respective role

He is like the substitute teacher
In a classroom busting at the seams with children
The children try him immediately
And finding weakness, exploit it

Soon the substitute is overwhelmed
By the ineptitude of his management skills

The class is in an uproar
Until a real teacher comes in
To set things in order
With a firm way
For all those children in need of structure

The spoiled brat who petitions to have his needs met
Ahead of and irrespective of the needs of others
Soon becomes the model citizen in such an environment

Complaining, begging and whining become normal
The "spoiled" go from being the few
To becoming the pround
From minority to majority
A mindless mob of selfishness

Civilization fails

The spoiled brat is a robber, a thief, and an extortionist
Taking advantage of any system under questionable leadership
To exploit from it the satisfaction of his own desires

He will try every limit
And get away with as much as he is allowed to

Those who respect the rules
Become disenfranchised and frustrated

They see that the rules are no longer respected
No longer enforced, have no more power
No one believes them

Boundaries secure freedom
Without them, the world descends into chaos

Courts headed by amateurs
Give heed to petty concerns
Do not uphold the rule of law
Are blasphemously evil
(being against life)

They should be shot
Those who sue for their so called right
To do what they please at others’ expense

They should be shot
Those who do not honor true justice
but want everything for "just us"

There was a time when
Migratory people would sometimes have among them
Those afflicted with age or disease

When the afflicted could travel no further
The group would spare one from among its members
Who would stay back to pray with the afflicted
Leave moderate provisions
Then leave the afflicted alone to die

This was the way, the understanding
The peace of life

Today we have too many
Who would dissolve the parameters of existence

Too many opinions from small minded people
About why they should be exempt from
Restrictions preserving the quality of life

Too many people in the world
Not at peace with their place

Healthy children

2006-02-19T19:36:00.000-08:00

They are glitter in the wind
Their voices - a shower of leaves blown over open fields
Caressing the sprawl of life with
Vulnerable dreams and shameless expectations
Butterflies mad with beauty, running toward sea and sun
Unafraid to be free - balloons drifting away
Kites escaped, forgetting holding hands
Dreamers of smiles, laughter
And heaven

Their small, quiet yawns
An innocent song of life lived
Nothing saved - happily exhausted
Babes asleep in moon cradles
Warmed by the woolen clouds of worn out intentions
And evening’s cooing whispers

The light always raising their view
Even in the darkness they hold onto the sky
The promise assumed in the fact of their being
Possibility simply a patience waiting to welcome them
Small hands soft with love
Bright eyes knowing everything beyond their sight

A face full of sun
Eyelids closed in the warmth of contentment
Swinging back and forth into the air
Pushed by the arms and legs God gave them

Naked in the daylight
Hands and feet soiled with curiosity and adventure
Palms and soles medaled with indentations from climbing trees
Mouth, chin and chest stained with busted berry juice
Teeth white with happiness
And eyes innocent enough to make you believe

Make you believe in Good

Forgiving the cold of the world
Sure of the coming of spring
Always hoping in love
Safe, sweet sighs leaving their mouths open
Against the bosom of the earth

Curious adventurers
Peeking around grown up corners
To discover what is more important than playing
A mystery they will learn in time
Making them forget their wonder for life

Tiny feet in the middle of the square
Crying like the lost
For the lost
In us all

More Poetry

2006-02-11T09:55:00.000-08:00

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Memory

2006-02-09T14:19:00.000-08:00

my spirit stood there
in the breath of life
eyes closed
inhaling the wind

shed its billowing cloak
let it fall and blow away behind it
and rushed, naked, out to the horizon
racing the swift air over the dunes
like music at the end of a movie

freedom laughed at death
who looked upon her with the eyes of a lover
pitying the love that has lost her mind -
the innocence of a forgetful child
oblivious to the fate which awaits her

and the sunset howls in the voices of old men
who sing by the crackling fire
even as angels hang stars in the sky
and the sand softens, cool with evening

losses are easily covered by the earth
but the dream is still remembered

the cord plucked
leaves behind a tone
a water drop whose ripples are a melody
and the melody haunts the desert forever

Heathen

2006-02-08T16:06:00.000-08:00

They should be ashamed
under the entire sky, hiding nothing
not even their empty bowls

children in need of a savior
who would teach them to believe in what they haven't got
and want it enough to trade my version of hell
for theirs

theirs
are infant eyes
pleading quietly against the stunning beauty of their nakedness
I am ashamed, looking at them
for wanting to be like them

... free, under God.

Starving children searching for insects to eat, Sudan
From 'Take it Personally' Anita Roddick.

Marched

2006-02-08T15:48:00.000-08:00

Nearly there, we fell to breathe
And the world ran away from us
Like a bunch of thieves leaving
Us in the middle of nowhere

Beneath the collapse of our hearts
Our determination buckled
We used the rubble to brick ourselves in
Eyes paranoid with a false sense
Of accomplishment

When they finally found us
We were spoiled with fear
Our disgusting ripeness
Unbearable

Every moment of silence
Remembers us

Sacrifice

2006-02-08T04:57:00.000-08:00

We get caught up easily
Losing our integrity in subtle ways
Making excuses for our denial
Slowly dying of an open mind

Ignorance becomes our innocence
And knowing – the sin of our conscience
Our consciousness traded for an ideology
Of optimism in the face of jeopardy

And in the end, lovers martyr themselves
Suffering the bliss of others
Because they knew not
What they did

Translation

2006-02-08T04:23:00.000-08:00

Perhaps I waited too long
Behind the window of life
But I did smile
Watching the raindrops crash
Gather and stream

I realized I had taste buds
Drinking my tea
Without any sugar

Listened to the calm chaos
In the music of voices around me
As a squirrel waited for its chance
To dart to the next tree

I noticed the flirting of the sun in early spring
And the tiny brown ant on the edge of the table
How much room I had left over after
Taking a deep breath

Perhaps I waited too long
But when the time came for me to get up
The most wonderful thing happened
A stranger noticed me and smiled
And said, “Good morning.”

Daddy

2006-02-07T20:54:00.000-08:00

It is a little thing
that you would keep me close to you
in the lamplight of late night
in silence or quiet melody
and remember how much I loved you

that everything that matters most
when you begin to forget the little things
you will remember in God

and in the heartache of your missing me
know that I too
missed you
very much

Survivor

2006-02-07T20:30:00.000-08:00

She will do anything
and others will die for not
being so convinced of their
desperate state

the mirrors break first
offering an entire world to conquer
in substitute

the further her reach
the weaker she becomes
having acknowledged everything is nothing
but herself

Righteous

2006-02-07T20:23:00.000-08:00

Every day I am
reminded of how much I have it wrong
and how much I have it right
and am convinced that I should at least
listen as much as I speak

listening, I have found myself in others
speaking, others have found themselves in me
admitting this, we put down our arms and wept
discovering our divine relationship

Beggars

2006-02-07T20:18:00.000-08:00

The needy are
the sum total of their choices
and decisions
exempting the able
from the guilt of walking past them

Nigger

2006-02-07T20:12:00.000-08:00

The word is bloodshed
sentimental bloodshed
remembered as the last images from a shocked mind
dazed and smiling with an emptiness
that is too deep to hurt anymore

like a rock removed from a shoe
placed in a pocket
and fingered from time to time
endearingly
in the beauty of gratitude

Exhibit

2006-02-07T20:08:00.000-08:00

Beauty was butchered by illiterates
piecing together unwashed consonants
and mechanical phonetics
that looked like wreckage called art
redefined by parasites
posing as people

The Sellout

2006-02-07T20:02:00.000-08:00

I have stood
with my back straight
head proud
a dollar in my hand
ignored the scent of my reprieve
chosen to believe in the illusion
this temporary freedom
even while I was already forgotten

Evicted

2006-02-07T19:56:00.000-08:00

I do not know myself anymore
and you are like a tree in a hurricane

even in the quiet
the dust I come from will not speak to me

I am made to feel ashamed
but I do not know what for

Through the eyes of a photojournalist

2006-02-07T19:24:00.000-08:00

The distance of my life can barely be measured in years
but now, in these final inches
a camera steals me away
even now
even in these final moments
to prostitute me in the afterlife

Kevin Carter was a South African photojournalist. The picture of the vulture stalking a starving girl is real and was taken in Sudan in 1993. He was awarded Pulitzer prize in May of 1994 for the picture. He received a lot of criticism for not doing anything to help the girl. No one knows what happened to her. Two months later he connected a hose to the exhaust pipe of his pickup truck and committed suicide.

Sex Slave

2006-02-07T19:12:00.000-08:00

I remember looking up at the stars
the white, brilliant lights of darkness
out of breath, looking at the end of God
and falling into the beginning of a forever
that would swallow my mind
and leave me lost in traffic

Soldier

2006-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:00

Killing became easy when I gave my life away
to the promise of a paradise once and for all
and death - a quiet step brother
kept his word never to leave my side
kissed me goodnight
after I was already asleep