THINKING OF SUICIDE WHEN THE HEAD- LINES SHOULD BE ENOUGH

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Send Kevorkian away

His services unnecessary

For the slow death

That comes from the congenital

Uncontrollable urge

To read the daily newspaper

(And not the easy living sections either)

Always, like magnets,

Injustice draws the eye

The travesty of the slaughtered

Lions,

Ideas,

Ideals,

The travesty of the disenfranchised

And the people who struggle

For some semblance of happiness

In pictures of mothers and fathers

Running ragged

Across borders children in arms

Tripped up by reporters’ cameras and legs

That horrible hubris at center stage

Every day

Clothed in the 1st world democracy

Of law & order

Laws written by beneficiaries of

The order

Meted out by chanting trolls

Ignorant of humanity

I’m sure I will die a death

By thousands of strokes

Of a newsroom keyboard

A slow death

Swaddled in helplessness

My own keys taking

Weakly vicious strikes

At an enemy

I refuse to acknowledge

As I brush my teeth

In clean 1st world water

Eyes downcast

I turn out the light

Leaving the room

Before the enemy arrives

In my own reflection

PALM TREE REDEMPTION

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I know you – see you

Hiding in clever phrases

And a title that commands
The idle browser
To stop and read

I recognize you
Your genius for disdain
Of anything I need
To complete
Deceit cum conceit

Calmly parked in the heat
Creativity
Smiling white teeth
Biting into
My day

Keeping me
Palmed and esteemed
Under the palm tree
Of the redeemed

Writing in Key West

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Creativity comes when

There is no one you know

At the Parrot Bar

It springs from a

Third ring of loneliness

When the last call

For diversion comes

At 2 a.m.

Leaving you to

Stagger among

Hemingway

Wannabes

To your musty

Garret room

From which you

Hope to issue

The next

Fresh

Masterpiece

The Impulse to Create: prompt 8/19/11

Einstein once wrote, “The …valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the

Creativity found on Paris' Left Bank

noble and the sublime…”

So where does creativity lie? Does it reside in different parts of the human body depending on one’s gifts? Maybe the head and hands of the artist or the heart of the lover? It is no mystery that our most creative offerings have come from extremely dire circumstances as with the art created by adults and children who’ve been born into a heritage of struggle and victimhood.

Creativity represents one’s personal age of enlightenment and comes swaddled in the clothes of the human condition. Creativity comes for me quietly on the heels of darkness – in mood and heart.