and so it is writ
by David T. Bruce
religion has removed us
from our spiritual-ality
shrouded by dogma
minister from the pulpit
instead of from the soul
a non-prophet business for profit
mythical madness
hysteria of biblical proportions
gods will is not ours
yet the converse is true
Modern-Day Pirates
by David T. Bruce
We no longer hear because we no longer listen.
We no longer see because we no longer look.
We no longer wonder because we no longer care.
Deaf and blind are we.
Driven by greed,
we plunder for wealth.
we have lost much more than we have gained.
The true riches of life will not be found at the supermarket or in a mall.
Perhaps it is better to be dirt poor than filthy rich.
Behind a child’s eyes is the wonder of living,
the grandeur of being.
Capture that state!
Not another plot of land,
not another concrete possession,
not another way of life!
Value that which is yours by birth,
not that which you have bargained or looted for.
Of all the treasures we may covet,
our souls – our essence – are our most precious jewels.
A Civil(e) War
by David T. Bruce
A civil(e) war rages on
On the home front still
So many hearts haven’t changed
Not really
So many still believing
Thejigsthespiksthejapsthegooksthequeers
Have a home not here
A civil(e) war rages on
Along the highways still
The Prius versus the V10s
The Mach V versus the Mammoth Car
A 21st-century energy crisis ignored
A road sign of excess
A civil(e) war rages on
In the department stores still
A “me first” mentality
Wasn’t this on sale?
Keep up with the Joneses
á la Cantor’s Power Set Theorem
Roll back to a time
When a ball, a book, a bike (or food) was enough
A civil(e) war rages on
In our homes still
Homework and home work
Versus intimacy and next of kin and cries
For encouragementnourishmentencirclement
Gimme a second!
Take a time out!
I need MySpace!
Stop meth-ing around!
A civil(e) war rages on
Inside our heads still
A Freudian Armageddon
Where no one wins
Without losing
Our fucking minds
Trying to make sense
Of ourthoughtsourpainglacialthawuniversalrefrain
“Through mansions of glory in suicide machines”
“Time is flowing like a river”
“Could be the human race is run”
“It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap”
“And in the end . . .”
“Nothing matters and what if it did”
Because we’re not supposed to sweat the small stuff
Because it’s all small stuff
But it’s the little things that count
Bruce Springsteen, “Born To Run” © 1975
Alan Parsons Project, “Time © 1981
Roger Waters, “not now john” © 1983
The Beatles, “The End” © 1969
John Cougar Mellencamp, Nothing Matters and What if it Did © 1980