Love versus freedom

Messages from the Universe or uncomfortable truths... by way of prose.

You can’t wrest
this blessing
from my grasp…
if this is
your task,
you will fail…
no tales
will be dispersed
of victories,
just bruised egos
in repose…
full throated
in their proclamations
of defeat,

while wallowing in grief…

out here chasing love,
instead of freedom…
indecision festers
as the weary
marinate in the
brew of foolishness
stirred by those
who have no
compunction
to fill cups…
America as Rome
and it is crumbling,
as these old farts
geriatrically,
ain’t ready for
the march.
Letters from the resistance…
shots fired
in the indelible frequency
of ink
to awaken
the deaf, dumb, cowardly
and the blind from
certain doom…
with intellect
seving as the broom
to consume the
lame, incorrigible
and ignorant
in the rinse
of providence.