A Modest Declaration

I am not a white man
Or any other color of
Any other man
And I will be damned
If I let you call me ‘Other’
And please do not presume to assume
That I am one of you

I am not a Christian man
Yet I tithe and thrive in a Christian construct
By birth I am an American
But I would sacrifice that plan
Just to be a good man

In the course of human events
Silence is consent so I am not content
To leave your understanding to your own devices
Of distortion, extortion, disproportion

So hear me in your silence or in your roar
Or in your rage
I hereby disengage from all but my children
All but my close friends, former or forever
All but any living soul who honors truth

I am not a white man
Or any other color of
Any other man
And I will be damned
If I let you call me ‘Other’

More Letters from Vladamir

Dear Madam President

If you don’t know already then you will know soon
kim jong un got blown to the moon
by your nukes or mina or maybe it was China
I just couldn’t wait to commiserate
Oh, what a pity about New York City
But I’m so glad you had your underground
Since DC proper is no longer around
But Madam President, wer’re still standing
Question is, where will you be landing
You and I both know this to be true
Every country in the world wants a piece of you
And since you’ll soon be asking me for aid
you gotta know up front I gotta get paid
So let’s have a consortium, just you and me
You give me what I want so you remain free
At least for now, temporarily

Now its no mystery, just look at our history
We got where we got cause we got what we got
and we’re gonna get more just to run up the score
If you want a helping hand you gotta give up some land

So here is the deal that would work out best
Give me Iowa and Texas and you keep the rest
Ok maybe one more state that could suit me right
A state I could fill with my military might
You’ve got those two big air fields in Nebraska
I’ll take that state too if that’s not too much to Aska

Oh wait, oh wait you got that other state
The one that sounds like Nebraska but is really called Alaska
I’m sure you remember stealing that from me
I need it back for protection on the sea

Now there is one more state that might be up my alley
That one on the ocean that has that Silicon Valley
And there madam president you have my tally
Iowa, Nebraska, Alaska, Texas and Cali
Give me all those states and you can be my palli

Let’s have a consortium, just you and me
You give me what I want so you remain free
At least for now, temporarily

Sincerely

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin

What Is the Soul

What is the soul if not for longing

For seeking the great oneness

in ever greater measure?

And what is the body if not for holding

For imagining the potential

of the unnecessary and the forgotten?

And what are dreams if not for unfolding

For facing the archetypes of our earthly existence

as they play out our hopes and fears?

And what is truth if not for telling

For speaking from our highest selves

to whom we are accountable?