21st Century Messiahs:
The 21st Century Messiahs: Science and technology
They don’t bleed
They don’t cry
We get a response in nano seconds
Nothing is too personal
It will store the data
Create the algorithms, captures our patterns
While we sit in the shadows in the glow of our screens
Ghosts of doom
Cornered in an empty room
Blinded in the sunlight
Most potent when undefined
Fear is a lie of the mind
Carving a grave for its followers
Frozen inside self-defense
Unable to remember what was beautiful
Words become daggers
It’s too dark out
We’re too old
We’re too young
Fear stomping its feet
Beating the drum
Crying out for vengeance
Fear wants to name a foe
It wants control
Won’t let go of its vice grip on the wheel of a sinking ship
Gazing at the stars looking beautiful in well-lit rooms on our screens and in our advertisements for the best youth serum, perfume, cologne, sneakers, fashions, food, technology.
When they walk the red carpets we scream, cry, swoon, drive hours to crowd into spaces and see their starlit faces
We look into the screen, we laugh we cry we see ourselves in their eyes
We watch as they dance, as they sing, as they pretend to hate and love
Pretend to dream
We rush to the counter with our tabloid rag
We feel better about ourselves when we see they are DIVORCED, CHEATED ON, LIED TO, ON DRUGS, CRAZY, BROKE, DRUNK DRIVING, DROPPED FROM THEIR TOP RATED SHOW, LEADING A DOUBLE LIFE,HOOKED ON CRACK,HOMELESS,FAT, SICK,DYING.. because then they are just mortals like us. We like to see our little tin gods get kicked around. We agree to buy what they are selling and in exchange, they have to run and hide behind their gates and only go out protected by their bodyguards until they leave their house for the next awards night or the promotional tour
Eleven sisters slip down the stairs staring down at their mothers closed eyes
Cold lids, lifeless, beautiful
Fallen too soon from the fire of youth
Heaven can’t wait to see you daughter of love
As you prayed Father I will enter into this new world you find me in
May my daughters carry me in their laughing hearts
May they love and live and know they are free
May they dance as I did under Nebraska skyline
Fathers memory deep in my soul
May they hold close the stories he told
Father said, Ada my love can you sing me a song
from the grave, a song of love?
You in your black dress so young and beautiful
You and me forgetting time waiting for the sunrise. Can you sing for me again?
Long stairs bannister winding down to the ballroom
Down past the colored lights that mother bought in Venice
Your merry heart
Your eyes of blue
Though I have no memory of you
I remember you when I see myself
Dancing with a merry heart
Following love to the better part of wisdom
I see you when I see my mother
Face of longing for her mother
I see you when I see the past
Cut coldly in a song for the brave
Don’t weep for me my lovely
I walked hard against the grief
I carried your love always
I’ll keep you close to my heart
Beating fast in this dream in the dance hall
White satin robe and a crown of intricately woven golden threads wrapped around your head
You tell me,”it’s a Holy City we are going to
The lights don’t burn on the city streets
The gates are closed, the guards keep watching
Don’t worry, it isn’t you they are looking for.”
I was surprised to see you there in the darkness
White satin burning like the sun in the night sky
Sitting on a stone carved bench in the liquid black ink colored darkness
You say “I am ready, I have been waiting for you.”
In a burst of white light and soft leather slippers shuffling across this ancient street leading me to the cab door
George and his real life love story
“When we got married we laid our cards on the table – about what we wanted for ourselves, our children, our future our lives everything. We were not rich – we were middle to maybe middle upper class- my children went to very expensive private schools where they learned French and German very unusual for a school in Buenos Aires at that time- I worked in International banking. Now it’s all gone in the crash and I am driving this cab sending money to my daughter and son in Brazil when I can.
Carmen – I came home and found my husband in bed with two women – it was the end and now fifteen years later I am looking, I am ready to be married again- I am looking everywhere.
Cashier :Are you sure this is how you want to spend your time and money; consuming I mean?
Customer: Oh well I I I ummm.. I don’t. I don’t know.
Cashier: Why do you come here so often. No family? No kids? Are you alone?
Customer: Did you get my discount card? Always like to make sure the card is swiped.
Cashier: Have you thought much about the future? Where will you be in ten years? Still spending lonely afternoons filling your closet with clothes at designer discounts?
Erisa says ” All of my family members were killed. They killed everyone, burned our houses down, took our land. There is nothing to go back to. Things are better now because they have told us what they have done. We do not have any family left in Rwanda. No property. Others still had family members. All of mine are gone. Still it is good they finally told the truth. It helps.
They are gone but now they have confessed. They have told the rest of the villagers what they’ve done. It was a slow process of remembering as people from the villages would meet each week and recount exactly what they remember until slowly the picture was filled. Brothers, sisters, fathers, sons, gone. Somehow it helps me to know they did it. To hear them admit it. 1 million or more murders is too many to be handled by the law.
Well now we must go to lunch. Life must go on. I cannot remain sad anymore.
The desert holds your secrets
Your voice that skipped loves heartbeat
Old blue eyes you were the toast of every town
Still you landed here and took your time in the starlight
Here in this sand storm of sunshine and clouds
Waiting for the band to find it’s groove
Perfectly in time
On any stage you understood what you were there for
Hit the right notes and carry the song home
Everywhere I look I see your ghost with
Sammy Davis,Dean Martin and the rest of your crowd
Every time I hear music it’s you singing,California, That’s life, As Time Goes By
Do you have some pearls of wisdom to wake up from the grave and send me
Some answers to the some questions of life and love and sound
Swing the beat, let the strings soar, watch the shadows form
When in doubt take it slow don’t touch the ground
Or would you just tip your hat and turn around
My grandfather, soul shining like heaven while he was waiting to catch the light streaming through the tiny window above his hospital bed: clinical, clean, white sheets, soft pillows, one plastic chair for family members to enter and exit in the dark dream from life to death. He watched this game of chance: his family members exchanging worried glances, scraping chair legs across the linoleum and glossy floors, staring at the silver chrome steel frame adjustable bed with a tiny sliver of New Mexico clouds floating across the window sill.
He woke up in this life for that last time while it was my turn to say goodbye. He rose up in his bed and told me something he wanted me to understand, ” I can see the next dimension “, his eyes gazing up into the blank t.v screen, this ending is just a beginning. I am going to Ada, Grandpa, Florence; I can see their faces now getting closer, smiling with open arms, waiting for me.” I will never forget this memory of his face, peaceful, unafraid.”One thing I want you to know before I go, this story is just a beginning. I will miss these days we have had, the dinners, the conversation. I love you all so very much. I am so sad to leave you. I will be waiting for you there. It’s just the next dimension of my life.”
When I looked into his silk-lined casket, I knew he was gone, the skin, the eyes, the rumpled suit, the make was all wrong, but his soul was flying free of the slavery of the human race to space beyond time, his soul eternal and divine was joyful dancing above the night sky. Departed into infinite spaces. Forever was real to me then. I understood what he meant by all of it. He knew this ending was just a beginning.