Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on November 13, 2012
Trolleys on the go
San Francisco windy blue
Bubbles on the beach
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on November 12, 2012
World Series mania
Black and orange shirts and shoes
Giants everywhere
Submitted by Neil McKay on November 11, 2012
John, I am trying, but I cannot
Imagine that world where there is
Nothing to kill or die for.
When we look at strangers faces
We see the differences instead of similarities
Our us is much smaller than our them
What kind of slap in the face
Would it take to convince us
That there are no possessions?
We've lost everything over and over
We've lost sons and daughters
What could we possibly own?
One thing. We own our religion.
That is something that none of the rest
Of God's creatures wants any part of.
John, when your candle was blown out
I hope you found that world
And I hope someday to join you.
Submitted by Neil McKay on November 11, 2012
We have come so far,
We humans, out of the muck,
Out of the forest.
We have stepped outside.
No longer a part of the world which took care of us,
We are apart from the world
And we no longer ask for her love.
Instead we force her to dispense
Her gifts out of turn.
Until they run out and we are left
To truly depend on our own resources.
In other words, to wither and die
Was this the sin of the dinosaurs?
Will the cockroaches who succeed us
Fall prey to the same greed and short-sightedness?
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on November 10, 2012
Our desperation to keep an antiseptic distance between ourselves and the world's grotesqueries
exacerbated by the distress of our guilt at doing so leads us to
ferret out and vilify perpetrators of evil in a world
that has more of apathy than of evil and
more of fear than apathy and then to
lavish heroes' praise on those who
reach into filth and danger to
do good works in our stead
freeing us to comment on
the news and knit our
brows in show of
commiseration
pass the pop
corn and
say there
but for
the gr
ace
of
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