“It is not given to everyone to have his private tasks of meditation and reflection so happily coincident with the public interest that it becomes difficult to judge how far he serves merely himself and how far the public good.” Immanuel Kant
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
value-free
When Secretary Kegsbreath took the stand
he testified what is not classified.
The pictures of what Trump loves in a man!
He faced the centers squarely, sneered, and lied.
The document he'd quoted was'NOFORN'
a designation very few will bear
These clowns treat our security with scorn
and Trumpty doesn't understand, or care.
The culture that had keep our troops secure
since Washington traversed the Delaware
disintegrates when no one can be sure
the Brass are competent, or even care.
The sycophants selected by this clown
are tearing the whole federal state down.
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Summer vision
The twilight etches cliffs in stark relief;
a foreground bonsai focuses the scene.
MDMA inclines me toward belief
that someone understands just what I mean.
The atmosphere is scattering the Blue
to stain the cloud-deck many shades of red.
A vignette shared in empathy with you,
and all the moly coursing through our heads.
If I could conjure such a scene in verse,
I wouldn't so despair that I can't draw.
But knowing that I can't, I feel accursed;
no other mind could know quite what I saw.
An isolated mind resents it's plight
preferring to insist we've shared this sight.
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
What dwells within
ben-Uziel broiled poultry passing by;
for such a peaceful guy, some found that odd.
High-wattage conduit into the sky
three times each day bore orisons to God.
Hillel'd expounded worlds between the words
to find a covert mitzvah to be kind.
His davening posed no such threat to birds;
the God he linked dwelt neatly in his mind.
Our omnipresent God is everywhere
and Hillel's pleased to place the local call.
What others broadcast to the atmosphere
his private chat with God is "still" and "small".
Once we've internalized the Deity
Their miracles are wrought through you, and me.
for such a peaceful guy, some found that odd.
High-wattage conduit into the sky
three times each day bore orisons to God.
Hillel'd expounded worlds between the words
to find a covert mitzvah to be kind.
His davening posed no such threat to birds;
the God he linked dwelt neatly in his mind.
Our omnipresent God is everywhere
and Hillel's pleased to place the local call.
What others broadcast to the atmosphere
his private chat with God is "still" and "small".
Once we've internalized the Deity
Their miracles are wrought through you, and me.
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