Through my closed eyes, I see past the lies.
Can’t say for certain you’d agree
about the substance of you, or me.
(your sad eyes demand replies,
truest tears deflected by fears)
if the sneeze I had was the flu
or simply dust passing through
when the small particles make curious mounds on my desk
where pencil marks trace a collection
of my observations – dark fleet memories played on repeat;
each death I suffered was a victory, and a defeat.
A doctor makes the rounds, poison dripping from said needle.
I watched the danger transcend your skin,
and for the moment, the trouble you’re in.
I wrote it down just in case you pass
along with how my Ford truck needs more gas.
My heart goes out to you,
but that’s about all I can do.
My mind quickly races
to categorize what is true;
It wonders if doubtful sheeple will ever get a clue
and I ask, what’s a guy or girl to do?
Magnets stick to the arms of a few.
Then there are those
where doors open, and doors close.
The outspoken gathered, and doubt, it grew.
It’s outrageous! What side to believe.
Remember the story of The Nazi and Jew?
Compared to now, the rumors of FEMA camps, martial law…
Do you see their flaw? All I can say is what I saw.
Peace in the midst of chaos: Ah, so much for all of us to chew.
Flitting through my journal filled with the deep and the trivial,
concepts granted immunity from the critical rakes
(snakes, fakes, and double-takes)
of free society, I wonder if liberty itself is immutable.
Why then, who would stand in my way during
my early morning walks down the dusty country road which divides our farm?
(one side or the other presenting no harm)
on which two badgers appeared;
Our dog Charley greeted one of them
simply because he had the itch, to say hello.
Yet, only I saw this simple transaction –
no other,
and of course,
there was God.
Evidence showed that we were visited by one large deer
and a few cyclists; there would be no other proofs,
all later erased by damaging wind.
You had no choice but to keep
your eyes wide shut,
bent over with a blow to the gut.
Decrees handed out, minute by minute, none to rescind.
Yet, I decided to share them because each day
unfolds something new, even if it is just my breath,
the many I’ll take until my death.
Does it matter if I’m a liar or a truther?
Then what of life on other planets?
I think of God, the God of all Creation,
even if the stories from a privileged few
come to light in a mind-bending review;
They become tracks on the road, timid as a deer and strangers on two wheels.
Like the beings from light years away, I too, keep my distance from man,
the same who is dangerous, yes, even to his own species.
There’s infrequent and scant hint of a welcome mat.
His primitive arrogant mind proves that.
Except that I see his mistakes, lifetimes upon lifetimes, even in mistakes I made myself.
Then, I as Sinner ask forgiveness in my daily petitions to God,
Since then, it has left me wondering
about all the possibilities
of me.
And, often I think of you,
and what you have decided isn’t true.
Frank Marquez Writings 