Poetry
( The Stair races )
Participating in the stair races for the golden tree lapel pin
From the military regime
But the 17 year old kid beat me by
second’s
As we age we wage a war on ourselves
When the youth see everything as without a door
Liberty in every movement
Improvements in the
omnipotent
Not having a adversary
We are our own opponents
We need rewards to exceed
our abilities
To care more deeply
Universal breathing
They tried to put me on hold
Confined me in their ideas of the quarters of the mind
I saw the star blinding light of freedom
Beckoning me
The last days of reckoning
On the street of destiny
Where the gold escalator takes you
To the pearly gates
Regret and hate diners
With dirty dishes
The true escape into paradise
is the living gardens
The nature surrounding us
Stewards to the soil is the richness
Our habitat in tact
I was always being mislead
By others dread and the distraction in the self prophesied destruction
trip switches
Escapist networks
Instead of crossing off the list
my listlessness and longing
The sun is not lazy
It’s solar flares wiped out all communications
So others could finally see and speak to
One another
We finally were free of the machines
That unravelled all
Humanity.
Francis A Willey
June 20th 2023