It Doesn't Matter
whether it's Social Security
Medicare
the post office
or the VA
the only reason
to privatize
is to give our money
the public's money
(tax revenues)
to our leaders’
crooked friends
in the private sector
and on Wall Street
private ‘efficiency’ is a myth
doesn't exist
never did
just capitalist propaganda
to keep the rich rich
and those in power
even more powerful
we
the ‘unwashed masses’
can go to hell
where we obviously
belong
time to ‘kill’
the leviathan
–LE - 7/31/26
Identity
All human Identify is
Based on stories
Stories we tell ourselves
Based on the stories
Handed down to us
Since the beginning of
Human communication
It's how we establish
Our reality
These stories are based
On the selective information
We call 'facts'
Our vested interests intact
Since there are no such things
As 'facts'
Just perspectives
Agreed to by
Humans in charge
The 'winners'
So to speak
But
In spite of the overall
General stories
We each have our own
Individual stories too
Just as 'fact-free' as
The general ones
Merely perspectives
Guiding the rendering of
Our masks
What we want or
Expect others to see
Protects our vulnerabilities
Our true realities
We are human
After all
-LE
Letters Of Marque
That is 'privateers'
In other words
Pirates
Sanctioned by
Governments to
Raid and capture, or
Sink enemy
Commercial entities
Ships, stores, and such
Their frequent symbol
The Jolly Roger
Crossed bones with
A grinning skull atop
Even though letters of marque
Officially faded away
In the mid nineteenth century
Modern 'privateers'
That is pirates
Still ply their trade
But they are now called
Hedge fund managers
I'm waiting for them
To use the traditional symbol
With the skull grinnning
Back at you...
--LE - 7/28/25
Stock internet photo...
Tui Shou
When practicing push hands
I let my hand textures morph
Through soft and 'sticky' to limp to
Letting my hand-blades spring out
Like claws from
Cat's paws for the
Decisive bloodless cut
My center and blades
Flowing and dominating
The swirling currents
Of my body's space/time
Embrace
--LE - 7/26
ancient Mesquites lean dangerously
over the path as if whispering to
younger ones on the other side
some copses remind me
of groups of people lounging
under bushy ramadas
gossiping in low tones
‘look at those untethered ones’
‘they don't seem to know that
everything comes to those who wait
those rooted in place’
some remind me of leggy
spindly visions of
broccoli florets
–LE - 7/26
Mesquite-dreams - Ink'n brush and watercolor pencils in watercolor sketchbook - 8x5"
Three of us anchored the picket line at the Tucson VA's Ajo gate from 6:30-8:15am for the morning shift change.
Responses were similar to last few weeks, 75-85%. Only one obvious negative today... the guy with flicked middle finger... We just laughed and waved... probably just made him angrier... oh well...
The morning was cloudy, which is novel... at least this week. So what sunshine beat down on us was 'hazy'... But it was still hot, and I was sweating by the time we headed home.
Rode out under a cloudless sky
Again
Forecast is for blazing heat
Again (yet?)
Long shadows across the path
Strobelighting as we pass
Quiet morning
But light traffic sounds in the distance
And on the path
No resistance
Only a couple of leisure riders
And walkers encountered this trip
A skink and a single Roadrunner
Dithered as we passed
Back home after
An hour and a half
Catrike ‘stabled’
Until the next time
–LE - 7/9/26
