Rosenbush Café

voters today will once again see their hopes for a better world dashed by ideologies of insanity and corruption. across the united states of amerika politicians promise changes for the better when most rational educated voters realize hopelessness is as close as a polling booth. west ala will become worse no matter who wins because of the nature of reality: those in charge care not for average and ordinary lives and it is a sad day to realize tolerance is a myth.

while looking over the cafe i found this poem from last year, which i originally wrote after my fifty sixth birthday. so much has occurred between fifty six and the upcoming change of age and while i will never stop my belief in supporting human and animal rights and fighting for the oppressed and tortured i have learned the painful lessons of bullying, hatred, identity theft and misconceptions of self reliance. i have closed most of my ether presence and for my birthday gift in two thousand ten i will only have a blog to voice my opinions and personal reflections of life on this blue green and dusty planet of earth.

once again, i ask for you all to reflect on your lives and stop hating because it is easier than love and passion. even with the perponderance of negative strokes i choose to not hate anyone no matter how they have treated me. take a moment out of your day to look into your soul and find love and honor for the down trodden and victims of hatred, bigorty, homophobia and senseless violence.

honor post vivit funera

child asleep
losing grasp
over earthly toys
play
laugh
cry
caring only
for moments of joy
never forthcoming

bathed in a cool stream of innocence
awakened unfettered by intolerant logic
and punished for daring ask Why?

tears of dust
dry as rust
fall then rise
from swollen eyes
so often cried
tear ducts dried

too young was i
to dream and scheme
of
success without failure
love denying passion
death to all purpose
fearful tyranny
of sorrow in rationality
honor without courage

ignorance devoured tolerance
prejudice negated acceptance
charity, exiled
for their
cosmic amusement
the gods
spewed forth
humans
onto shore

forevermore
staining the world
crimson discolored fields
wounded warriors
of all lost tribes
shrieked penultimate
Whys?

No race unscathed
existence scattered
to earth’s four corners
rounding their shoulders
under the weight of millstones
as testimony to portentousness

life ended at its beginning
while spiders continued spinning
webs spun into silken lies
accepted until death as true and wise

mythos defined
life preying on itself

landscapes desaturated
mountains and valleys, too
choking air emasculated
and winds now too few

atmosphere
nothing to fear
class struggles near
we all sit in the rear

world devoid of fairytales
as last drops of goodness evaporate
into dark, cold space
and
time
enough for all
squandered
selfishly

bigoted way
from their teevee tray
insulting a gay
hating each day
never loved anyway
Indian, Black or Jew
no longer many but few
deprived of the view

“Abre Los Ojos”
“Open Your Eyes”

all once welcome
in arms of desire
no longer a home
consumed by fire

awakened too soon
from my fifty year dream
resumed slumber’s tune
beneath the surface of the moon
perchance renew eagle’s swoon

to esurient for ignorance
and
the child is gone
teenager as well
one more deer, last faun
banished to hell

pack of smokes
tells sexist jokes
man laughs and rapes
and justice escapes
juries judge
self-righteous won’t budge
from antediluvian mind-set
until last quota is met

hope strangled reason
never to reach next season
a dram of conscience on fire
gladly quenched thirst of ire

unfurled rope
farewell pope
rabbi
goodbye
minister
too sinister

parents, teachers
hybrid preachers
hate excluded love
like a tight leather glove
over mouth, over eyes
another disguise
fifty years more
to awaken again
freed of sin
for we have won the war

by henry b. rosenbush

november twenty ninth, two thousand nine