Just Brian

Just Brian

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Posted by on September 23, 2014 in About Me


Natural Selection

Natural humankind does the primate
thing looking for tools and gadgets
to weaponize
to lord it over the have-nots.
Some want to be royal over the rest.

Whether fire, iron, oil, atomic energy,
or AI, it is just the same crusade
for world domination by big money
politics fused with big science
& the criminals of these,

add the snooty academics 
with their politically fawning
one-sided philosophy 
and soft science, paying attention
only to the smudged ball of their
swollen craniums
-- it's all a power hunt
with the outcome of population reduction.

Don't imagine that 
eugenics went out of vogue with corn flakes
To these masked enthusiasts,
the survival of the fittest accelerates
by burying others.

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Posted by on November 28, 2021 in Poetry



Little Bunnies Marching

Massacring the innocent
snow-bunnies  with barely a word
Do you know their names?
yet you knew George's 
for months on end
the girls don't fit into the agenda  
slots for the woke daily news cycle
a deadlocked predator with a blood-red club
will lawyer up and take internet donations for bail
criminalize the victims, excuse the perps
what follows is more repressed outrage
on both sides of the argument
where the children pay
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Posted by on November 27, 2021 in Poetry



Holding the Torch

I contemplate the you I've dreamed
and write my thoughts in poetry
I sing of you with my whole being,
believing a most pleasant dream
Why is it you enthrall me so
to put you on a pedestal?

If I should sing your face so fair
your sienna eyes, your lush green hair
Your mountain range's misty rise
your plains, your hills, your azure skies
it'd be more than I could ever bear
to fully sing your vast grandeur
before these lights of mine go dim
I want to walk Mogollon Rim
and on the Canyon wide and grand
to shout my song, to take a stand

This land I live, of you, I sing
In broken rhyme, I prance and sing
look out upon your myriad trees
and chant of all your living things
aged 5 thousand years and some
Prometheus and Methuselah

Sing grizzly bears, sing caribou
sing flying squirrels, and masked raccoon
your crafty fox, your coyote's howl
in the night, your wise hoot owl
I praise your soil, the loam, your fields
I sing and praise your fruitful yields
the ground, fertile, with faithful clime
make all rejoice at harvest time

Your every part commands my song
My contemplation is deeply drawn
to fall in love again, and swoon
from night and dawn
and sun-drenched noon
sing Great Lakes and riverways
both ocean coasts and scenic bays

I sing your people to honor those
originals who carried bows
their love for you & Mother Earth
from your soil, they've had their birth
ancient spirits who knew the trees
when the Red Woods were but saplings

I sing the poetry of cataclysmic change
of those who came to you as strange
aliens who were searching for
the promised land, but grasping more
of Crazy Horse, his battles fought
his unfinished horn now embossed

I sing the sorrow of your land
when blood was on a brother's hand
and the lines of your fair face
were subject to war's rude disgrace

I sing the wars, the hate, the lies
that blinded everybody's eyes
the struggle for this glorious land
spanning years from sand to sand

I sing of slavery, I sing of those
shanghaied to you from Africa's shores
I sing of the inhumanity endured
far worse than what we've ever heard
I sing the merit of their cause
their contribution giving pause

I sing of your different people now
who stand for all, and take a vow
to protect what's yours, home and abroad
to be one nation under God

I sing America--her theme
her vision I sing with my whole being
You, freeing land, enthrall me so
I put you on a pedestal.

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Posted by on November 26, 2021 in Poetry




there is a wound that heals
there is a sand that soothes
there is a cloud that clarifies
the bumpy road that smooths

truth telling can be lies
What's called wisdom may be dumb
there is a fame to ostracize,
the familiar royal bum

what looks to be in one way
in opposition may be found
the enigma defies what it is
& how you may expound

from jumping to conclusions
and interpretations that impound
I'll take my leave this autumn day
to ride my muse unbound

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Posted by on November 24, 2021 in Poetry



A Failure To Communicate -Haiku

Connection failure
Communication breakdown

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Posted by on November 23, 2021 in haiku



Dark Messaging

Some of what passes 
as poetry or art 
is as incomprehensible as speaking in tongues. 

A tattoo artist
doesn't employ the same wastefulness. After all,
putting a Jackson Pollock on a customer's
bicep probably wouldn't give a special
message. Nor are they likely to needle
into someone's back "During ramification caracoleos
descends pressure" framed by a heart.

Today, a tattoo artist said, "It sounds like 
the revolution has started; ... ." 
There are no deep poetics here. 

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Posted by on November 23, 2021 in Poetry




Isn't every end the child of a beginning?
Isn't every heartbreak the trophy of your love?
Isn't every change the cloth that life is cut from?
Isn't each today a present from above?

Isn't every sight a reflection in a mirror?
Isn't every word the effort to explain?
Isn't every thought changed by your perception?
Isn't every pleasure seated opposite of pain?

Doesn't every death allow for a commencement?
Doesn't every dream prove to be the dreamer's worth?
Isn't everything the dream of a creator?
Isn't everything a gift on planet earth?

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Posted by on November 23, 2021 in Poetry



What It All Boils Down To -Haiku

          is the foundation of life
               the key to it all

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Posted by on November 22, 2021 in haiku, Poetry




a pretty lady sprawls naked on the bed sheets
  she is an unwritable verse on my pillow
   by my side is a demolition derby, a risky challenge--
      breathing rhythmically with tranquil eyes--
	words of an angel - she's the highest peak
	  my half-century would ever savor.
	   I watch, hours slip by--        
	     Still, I want
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Posted by on November 22, 2021 in Poetry



With Pine Needles in Their Hair

 Who knows when desire germinates?
It stealthy enters through all the pores 
to reach a receptive heart. 

Mutual feelings forge an electric connection,
uniting both to respond in wordless agreement.

Home is not without, but 
rediscovering the evergreen moment; 
deliciously resting, turned on together
in the heady fragrance of a partaken now.

Feeling as if 
no Christmases, Thanksgivings, or Halloweens
before theirs - with everything filtered through
the prismatic lens of their unfolding bliss... 

Playing, dancing, teasing, and necking 
mistletoe overhead
then, lying side by side
beneath the lit tree - breathless from 
the innocent laughter 
of lovemaking.

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Posted by on November 21, 2021 in Poetry