Written at Jackson memorial hospital 5/11/16

[sanji]

For Thomas,


I hope some day

That we may look upon this era with fondness

As our parents did before us

And theirs did before them

That the confusion of our day

Will be relinquished and transcended

With humanistic matters prevailing

And altruistic intentions shared the world over

May the superficialities and divisive hierarchy of our society dissolve

Like rain

into the sea of fear and insecurity

From which they arose

and cease to be even a lingering notion

Of the small minded

And the righteousness in care

For the sick and helpless be a shared plight

Un-bound by nihilistic men with greed-driven hungry ghost intentions

I've seen the weak feigning greatness

And the great fall by the wayside

Those with the means of dream-come-true possibility

Longing for less

I've seen what dreams can do

to the insomniac victims of

Deficit intent

Pulled in all directions and none at once

And the dream of sub-cultural inspiration

Marginalized and genrelized

And with fleeting financial backing

turned expression to depthless commodity

May divine femininity flourish

That which is the root of all beauty

And no separation of inequality or bias

Invasively degenerate mothers ever again

I hope someday

we can all look back together

In shared blissful equanimity

And marvel at the changes we actualized

With fondness for our mistakes

And light hearted eloquence

To un-demonize tragedies

I've seen love found

love had, and love lost

Love let go, and the surreal departures

I've teetered at the edge of depravity

In endless mornings monotonous motions

Heavy hearted ceiling gazing

and discussed cliches

Of hindsight wisdom

I've said everything I never wanted to say

Trying to say I love you

always with an extended shoulder

For nostalgic hearts

Grown fond from absence

and the beat down voices

Abstracted concepts

That make surreal

And romanticize our condition

I've fallen victim to faltering optimism

but am witness to miracles

Life defying mortality

With the majesty of true love by its side

A marvel and wonder of my life time

To behold

and to continue on

with jaded views surpassed

in heroic effort

To dispel the pervasive hopelessness

That clings at our circumstantial

Implied shortcomings

and muster up age old awe

Of child like anticipation

For the fleeting ghost of spontaneity

At last as we return

Our head in our hands

And all guns aimed at God

We question yet again our right to be free

With the murderous intent

Of good old boys inebriated cousins

Behind Teflon shelter walls

Getting Freedom fighting kicks

In wal-mart parking lots

Benevolence of man has prevailed