Mt. McGinness (a poem)

Trails climb
along cliffs edges
enter stand slide snows
anomy where every digit grasps
plants, roots, rocks
twists pains verge
break past's falls
drawn space
empty shape
above, below
final shown
brush crash
crows.

Ernest at War (a poem)

 

For whom the bell tolls
time is a sentence of line breaks
trenches dug in against political reality
furies the lives take
where fascists launch fantastic weapons
to land in splattering bursts
bodies burning

  Across the Jordan
In difficult pink hills
brambles and thorns hide trails
where guerillas set traps
thrill stressed memories were made
elephantine echoes enfiladed by death
clappers on skull housing units

Investments to hold generations firm
reporters speaking as insiders
bullets passing overhead like externalities
so unconcerned with the arrival of fall
while the point of aim is a recticle
shared with thee
the final call.

Yes, land is still available for purchase in Russia

 Yes you can buy land in Russia. Rural land averages about $400 an acre. In spite of the war in the Ukraine  and being assaulted and sanctioned through every possible means the Biden administration can dream of the Russian Federation remains something of a developing democracy and open society that lets foreigners buy affordible housing.

https://russian-agribusiness.com/properties/

https://realting.com/lands/russia

https://www.holprop.com/sale/pt/land-plot/scr/russia/page/5/

https://www.rbth.com/articles/2012/12/07/russias_farmland_-_cheapest_in_the_world_20907.html

Since the Clinton administration era kicked off the concept of Russia as a soft target readily exploited lacking strong military power westerners have lusted for owning Russian real estate. Political takeovers through concessions, leverage and so forth are cheaper than paying cash for real estate. Taking the Crimea from the new Russia when the infant state was at its weakest was the first stage in the modern Euro-American eastward expansion into Russia. That effort continues today in the war in Ukraine that has so much support from the U.S. administration and N.At.O.

 It is amazing watching sycophants of killing Russians issue gleeful stories on the internet about adventures in killing Russians or how the U.S. Government is training F-16 pilots, transferring aircraft, tanks, missile systems, and so forth to kill Russians. It was inevitable after the peaceful conclusion of the Soviet Union that the west would attack a weakened Russia after having first levered as much land away as it could during the transition period-without a referendum in Russia approving boundaries of course.

One Good Turn (poem)

A beautiful turn
for the mermaid
near the end of the pool
flipping the face of spacetime

  Blue ripples carved in the mind
cream rising for the topping
gathered world appearences
phenomenalities compresent

  A world ocean farther for great notions
to think the chance to dream
arisen from darkest depths
that draw one to return

  Aesthetic's moments suggest answers
glimpses into beginnings and endings
ubknown yet familiar
surfaces crumbling like instants.

Shadow Waves (poem)

 

Waves are gravity’s shadows
moving faster than thought
endless, relentless, surging, overcoming
senses, sensations and substance
formless forms filling space with voids
chord tumbling angles breaking up froth

Emptiness has volume
depth and scansion
feel the beginning of the end
for power driving gales
need clash with countercurrent echoes
peaks and troughs
tumbling field phenomenon
water weight of the world
oar worlds across time
sines in brine
life and death
a breath.

Free at Last (a poem)

 

 Slaves to the world
genuflect on capital
temples of wealth and terror
clusters of critical creation

  Pillars rise like shadows
casting reality where nothingness would
jackrabbits gaze around rocky corners
when silence, searing stood

  Royal clumps of ant like bumps
still hills that filled with leaven
arisen to the skies
while everyone tries
to find the niche that's heaven
on surface breaking stumps

What can be done
when peace is profound
and wars echo ideas
emanations of censured sounds

  Original sin
rolled like gravity’s marrow
bone crunches dinner for vultures of sorrow

  Good leaves thought
when philosophy is bare
dust settles empty shelves
mankind  becomes collective tares

Lord Jesus freed the slaves
bound to the temporal
hope did cost
winning over confusion ephemeral
for spirit filled eternity.

Rising Dreams (Haiku written with sli lead)

 So it must be right-
lifting dreams through silent nights
in the choirs’ first light.