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Arms Of Fire

Arms of Fire

triggers of collusion
mounted
and loaded
into
empty apologies
carefully worded
so as not to
cause disruption
in
cash flow

lives
obliterated
decimated
and families crushed
beneath the blow
of
out-laws…
steel barriers to
justice
and any care
for
humanity

what can your money
buy you?

when
your bullets
have
crushed a nation

and a gun
can be gotten
as easily
as
a
lollipop

it is on you…
it is
in
your hands

filled
with the blood
of deceit
and greed
and
silence

and the
cold truth
of a country
who
is
buying
and selling…

it’s soul

Cynthia Adler
February 2018

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Welcome To The Carnival

welcome to the carnival
where one-percenters chill…
and take the rides and water slides
while you just pay the bill

the taxing clown whose tweets roll down
had promised to evoke
a plan to help the “everyman”
but that clown’s just a joke

the ferris wheel pumps gold and steel
the big balloons burn coal
the fracking band plays, “give us land”
or we won’t save your soul

the freaks control the haunted House
and pay off all the mice
to claim “no global warming!”
as the tilt-a-whirl spews ice

the bumper cars all run on oil
the snacks are GMO
and you can get some scary drugs
at Pharma Land, to go!

as we take roller coaster rides
and puke from all the spin
but when we hit infirmaries…
the doctor isn’t in!

hey, welcome to the carnival
but you can wait outside
the corporations own it now
while you pay for the ride

so… what to do in this array
this sleight of hand that rules the day?
it looks like you won’t have much fun….

till this amusement park…is done!!

Cynthia Adler
January 2018

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Window Pane for “V Day” (End Violence Against Women!)

Window Pane
for “V Day” (End Violence Against Women!)

Come closer…

what do you hear?

a pounding heartbeat
a breath out of time with it’s own
rhythm,
a stirring of heat and
boiling blood
and then a rush,
a frozen moment,
a belt across a face,
a rip,
a snap of a button that once
held a collar.

A breast with bruises
upon earlier bruises,
a cutting,
a jolting punch to the
head,
a twist of an arm,
a blow to the stomach.

The shattered pane
of a window to a
soul
who speaks in darkness,
a violation in
pieces
in see-through glass
not able to protect
and too fragile
to bear.

Flight plans lost,
underground tunnels
sealed off,
stark and sacred longings
flowing into
hollow eyes and
skin
and womb,
hidden frostbite
in the dead
of heat…

When will your tiger tooth
flare
and your victim’s tongue
spit up
a warrior
that will crack the
prison bar
and break the
guard?

Keep silent…
be cagey
fox-like,
rip the foundation of
the building
before you are dust
in
your own eyes
and cannot move
again.

Roar to the angels,
take back the territories of your body
and your spirit
and
your heart

and finally
reclaim…

your life.

by Cynthia Adler

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What Is Courage?

What Is Courage?

Courage is infusion …
it is the unmasking of the elements
pushing thru the illusion…pulling the veil…
discovering the forgotten core.

Courage is no more than the will to believe…
to know somewhere deeply that you can
regardless of borders or walls or bolts…
regardless of blocked passageways and enforced silences…
it is discovering your own rebirth
and mapping a course to it’s center…

Courage expands…
it moves the unmovable
it roots deep within our being and waits
waits for us to decide if we will live in full array
or crumble into free-fall.

Courage is the will to grow…
it is a commitment
to stoke the fire
impassion the blood
and disarm the demons.

It is the decision to live every moment
of every day
regardless of how much sand remains
in the sacred hourglass.

It is the leap…
the ride
the wave
it is the touch of another hand, another heart
it is where soul meets will…
to rise and flow into glorious golden power
it is the stand to invite destiny…

Courage is ultimately no more than the courage
to say yes.
Yes.

by Cynthia Adler