Machine gun …logic
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
What a thinking man understands
Life tends not to conform
to our demands.
Just who, what gives
To do what it takes …
to make a scene
into the production
of our dreams.
Despite our mistakes
we continue to dance
To learn and to grow fonder
of our increasing skill
To further enhance the poise and fluidity
Of our motion.
In the evolution of our ability
To enhance expressions of our emotions
Stages, set and open fields of play
Without mistaking our primary goals
through the myriad flurry
of energies gathered
When we are fully in the flow
Of something greater.
Caught up in the embrace
Of the divine will
of the universe’s creator
If you can recognize
the wind, even when it’s still.
Do we read the signs?
Have we made-up our minds?
Are we struck blind?
Do we mark time,
undecided.
Our senses dulled by the incessant whine
Of those who seem resigned
To seek to distract and divert attention
From a ploy designed to conceal trapdoors
From the arsenal of evil designs
Upon the weak or foolish.
Or anyone
Spellbound by the design
Confused, by the illusion.
Though, i Forearmed by the runes
in the signature Of raindrops,
written in the ripples of a quiet pool
Cast in the subtle flow of shadows
like fallen soldiers dance
into the waiting arms of death.
Drawn to the whims
of forces unrestrained.
Spreading like so many
cancers of our minds
Then, too our intentions drift
As our perspectives shift
to new targets of opportunity,
gathered.
Do we choose sides?
Are we just along for the ride?
From resting stops
when we regroup
To the places
where the first traces
of our next movements
are launched
the importance of what matters
is never lost.
Individual action
Organized thought
C2
Copyright ©2023 CEF2
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Written on 2020
Submitted by Charles2 on September 03, 2023
Modified by Charles2 on September 03, 2023
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