Thoughts From the Archives of Past Failures

 

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20TH Century Martyrs: Westminster Abbey, UK

The mind and the heart do a silken dance of deception as we answer questions of the decade with such rapidity as not to allow the worst possible scenario to come to pass. We organize the details of our lives for ease. We run from those who would infect our skin with want, moving to the woods, the shores and hills to breathe fresh air for the last time. We know this. Yet we move anyway. We leave our cities, our works of art to those who’ve sold them to the curriers of chaos.

 

The mind is an enchanting stadium filled with the lies we tell ourselves because, if we know anything, we know our hearts. Do we? Are we not the same flesh and bone that steps over the bodies of babies washed up on our hostile shores? Are we not the masters of our own lives – the very lives we allow the heartless to fill with fear and hatred? What can it mean when we exhaust ourselves shifting our lines-in-the-sand of decency? What can it mean when, in a final heat, our feet will slam an earth that will crack open under the weight of our finish?

 

We cannot run fast enough to escape the fact that our fates are tied. And we just may perish under the truth that we are lead by the worst in humanity. The worst in the world. The worst in us.

 

Gwen Davis -Feldman ©2017

 

 

 

AROUND THE HOUSE IN A BAD MOOD

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I awake from unremembered dreams troubled yet

I’ve slept well

In spite of worldwide poverty,

Death and destruction – a chronicle of

Certain doom for the open sores; souls

Vulnerable to the underside of

All nature human

I sit on the shores of a lake

Comfortable yet homeless

Knowledgeable of the past yet

Ignorant of the future

I am bereft of the lessons that

Turn experience into wisdom

Today in a time when deeds and

Action can be parsed to the nanosecond

I’ve missed the exit

Remaining on this mobius

Loop of a life – guilty

Dining with Bacchus and

Fiddling with Nero