war addicts
A poetic reflection on humanity’s patterned pull to conflict and modern ignorance.
echoes of currents
confronting reflections
chambers of comparison
competing autonomy
conflicting voices
dressed in reform
disguised in resistance
mimicking motion
blaming tradition
while clinging to trend
patterns playing
pedestals and trenches
scratching in poverty
itching for more
screaming for less
naming chaos
for meaning
amidst lost ties
while clinging
to dynamite
bones burning holes
breaking tone behind doors
pulling weeds, planting seeds
but snorting embers
washed down by gasoline
subject to time
and its signs
before we feast on fire
to remind us
of the one flesh
we bind
when the magic of humanity
runs dry recycling rot
lost lessons of fragility
intimacy drowning
under design and fraud
aching for change
following distraction
fleeing direction
when devotion has become
another definition
and sacrifice weighed by
objectives of ambition
character lost
where entitlement to proof
becomes relentless pursuit
undermining sincerity
rendering artificial pride
too brittle to persist
through disapproval
simplicity too quiet
to defend its value
authenticity too awkward
to hold its harvest
love too plain
to fill its very void
we are unsettled
in feral freedom
betrayed by blame made creative
while enslaved to
too much space
debating heaven
praising hell
turning to scheme
when stories
ring the same bell
trading honesty
to be set apart
among the seen before
until erupted
in the undeniable
colors of war
bodies that shed
the same red
linear demands
objective consequence—
a compulsion to the divine
love in loss made pure
in mortal conjure
when the ultimate
demonstration
of our extension
reveals what it is
to be alive
and people write
and share
and create
for tomorrow’s reason
paving paths
into the next generation
before it fades
into an abyss
and seconds count
the next lesson
for immortals
to be made human
once again.
