There is no such thing

As silence

Only

The calm before the storm;

And during

The maybe.

Might have been.

Could be.

Is.

conflagration

You will find

I told you so

While night holds no rest

As a time to prepare

While in the daylight hours

We climb to the tops

Of our hastily built

Lookout towers

To watch for the far off enemy

Who we do not know

Who we have not met

Who may be imagined

But may still attack yet

We must be ready

For all things real

For all things imagined…

We are enslaved to fear,

This is truth

Do not believe

Everything you see

Or everything you think

Do not believe

Everything you’re told

Or everything you know

Do not believe anything;

You know nothing

This is clear

It is what has been said to you

That you are blind

That you are insane

That the world

Is something other

Then what was presented

Just shut up

Keep your head down

And move forward…

Belief is over rated

My column in this week’s Winkler Morden Voice and Altona Rhineland Voice newspapers.

How does one fill

A bone dry well

Rain, my friend, rain

It will fill the reservoir

To overflowing

And you will have

Abundance

But

You will have to stand

The rain

You will have to survive

Dark skies and lightning

Wind and furious floods…

Perhaps and empty well

Is not so bad

I just finished reading The Hundred Years War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance by Rashid Khalidi.

I found the book to be incredibly compelling. I was surprised by his scathing indictment of Hamas, the PLO and the Palestinian Authority. His ability to present a Palestinian perspective of the ongoing conflict while at the same time holding Palestinian leaders and organizations accountable is incredible.

Definitely worth reading.

Now I have just begun reading Israel, A Simple Guide to the Most Misunderstood Country on Earth by Noa Tishby, Stay tuned.

If you don’t care

What people think

Stop talking

About what people think

It makes people think

You care about

What people think

I know dogs

It’s never the mean ones

That you have to worry about

You know where you stand with them

It’s the hungry dogs

It’s the railthin starved dogs

With those haunted eyes

And that desperate stare

Those are the ones you worry about

Those are the ones you keep away from

You give them a bite

They’ll follow you home

You give them a bite

They’ll kill the world for you

Then they’ll kill you

Leave hungry dogs lie

Never look then in the eye

Take it from me

I know dogs

The capacity for human goodness

Is surpassed only

By our capacity for evil

By our capacity for destruction

To engulf our cousins in flame

To destroy and kill

As if death is life

And life is not worth living

We are diseased

We need

We need

We need

A perfect moment

Is cast in gold and honey sun

Filtered through green cathedral

As the breeze sings quiet

And you are loving small things

The way you do

A perfect moment

Sneaks in unplanned

And becomes a mortar

Binding the past

To whatever may be next

It lives in me

For a long as i am me

I don’t know

How to be

Sometimes

I don’t know

How to be

Near someone

Or away from

Someone

I don’t know

How to love

How to hate

I don’t know

How to be

I don’t know

How…