Hail The Scarecrow

I choose
to walk
darkened paths
through alleys 
strewn
used needles
broken glass
sad addiction
face of many
ignored by most
eyes blinded
with golden stars
with ease of life
 no notice
of ants beneath your feet
these forgotten souls
lingering upon the edges
the sidelines of society.
Once proud son
pleasing daughter
loving sister
laughing son
forgotten
broken
beneath sordid heel
derision
written now 
on faces of once loved
these souls
forgotten
heeded no more
lost down the rabbit hole.
I see
tears
silent tracks
soiled faces
broken angels
razed 
emotions felt
burning in a world
corruption
blistering 
environment
too much
too hard
too loud…..
I choose
to walk
to talk
to heed
the voices of the silent 
the words of the mute
they see the world
they see our life
in truth
without blinders
without clothing
and they know…..
they know what to fear…..
they know what is to come…..
they know…..
All Hail the Straw man…..
for he comes to take your soul.
 
©October 26/20
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Stand Tall

Autumn’s rot
wet foliage
shredded 
browns
golds
crimsons
scent of decay
filling nostrils
not unpleasant
not to be worn as perfume
climbing upward
heart racing
eyes trained
no prize
no destiny
new road
new desire 
for self
reach high
never stop
obstacles
not a one
but your own
indifference
your own…..
neglect
has brought this brokenness
this sickness you wish to excise.
Hill steepens
breath gasped
stop
pause
turn…..
mauve
pink
golden rays
reach 
seek
upturned face
tears
unremarked
never felt 
cleansed
found
peace
serenity
beauty
fall to knees
head bent
sorrows awashed
burgeoning sense 
acceptance
forgiveness
care 
for faults
for sins
for errors plowed.
Stand 
head back
shoulders square
face foreward
no more back
each step
study of earnestment
life to be lived
shadowed no more.
 
©October 20/20
Picture is my own