Rage rage again in the dying of the light

The wise man at the end

No dark is right

Dillan Thomas

We had some prompts from Eric (above)

I have absolutely nothing to rage about
I got over it
It is so easy to get over it
I mean, who could not get over being wrongfully imprisoned for over 10 years

It is a walk in the park
You know
All your favorite homies
Your buddies

And… so, i thought i would not write about this.
I thought that i would never listen to a word said in this thread
I found bullets still lodged in my head

Not the kind of bullets lead
But nonetheless read with blood letting
Oh rivers and streams they do find crevices full
They found dirt caked around it still moving slowly through the rest of life still breathing

Find waves to catch meaning
Get greed to know reason
Lend love to understand seasons
Of ghost who once walked breathing
Yearning still for breathable oxygenation
Lest the station be permanence to plant growth and stagnation

Marine Corporal Kenneth James
Aaaaggghhh ten Hhhhht
Present Arms
A decree written and spoken by spirits past and present
Which way should you find to walk
We still with you
We know, no dark is right

What you are subjected to has no proper light
Not yet
But we’re sight
Resonating with with those with lungs full
Minds open to wherever they will go
With the kind of deep end pools to swim in
Mending without the delusions of judgmental training wheels
Feel the way i smell when rotting in corruptions hell

They do, so we too can find weight of worn shoes
Poets present lived poets past and breath again poets to come
Even they read not a single work of any from these eclectic arenas
The breadth of experiences circulate all the same spirit for ink to find in these words written

Call out now for the creation of what i am stuck on
Because i had it not for my situation
More than the constitutional rights for all that i might have died for
Several times to the second hand waiting for the o.k.
Did my soul then think that there was more time in the wait for play

It did
And danced to the 80’s music in Barrios of love stomping, jumping, swerving with curves and meandering toward the sky

And this where i wish to go and be again
In touch with my living side
In touch with you
In touch with a forever sound
That can only be heard in at least two
Or more
Find a few you did not know coming through the door
All of you like our friend Mary says
Get your ass out on the dance floor
And live – if you can outside of the give and take of wounds baked

133423 on tuesday the 17th of 2017

We are with our writing Coach bringing another challenge – this challenge for later, but – today – feel the spirit of who we are with none of our Women Veterans – MISS U – but we have dynamic souls of Adam, Carlos, Wes and myself! Peace and Love to all of you questing the better world in your contributions.

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