IT’S WIN OR DIE FOR LIBYANS IN MISRATA Permit the predator retain his grimness and the sermon’s be of truth, peace and Love, edges honed of shrapnel, thinned of pride. I must walk barefaced in front of cruelty, tremble not at its weapons. Be alive! Bravery raps at the gate. AMERICANS HOLD DIM VIEW OF U.S. ECONOMIC RECOVERY Upon this day all of beauty hasn’t been used, and is ready. The sky remains, and the lord’s of abuse gather their swords to plunge inside green reason, the heart of charity; sun, rain, quake. MAN DIES AFTER BEING SHOCKED WITH A STUN GUN Stunned and slack-jawed, death dies long before it’s prepared to leave. It catches up to all of us, lifeless flowers lodged in our gape, etching the soil with a graveness uncalled for. The eternal skied beams have cause for grief. My kind drafts his fate in delusion strapped to an empty pate. PLASTIC HEAL THYSELF: SCIENTISTS INVENT SMART POLYMERS When Alexander Parkes fled the mortal wind, he left me bou...
(The Weaver's Song)