Come to Belize

“Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.” – James Joyce

When one wonders, then suns thunder
across glossed-over underlings
like lost discoveries, nothing to see here.

She hears familiar whimpering,
steel tears still shimmering;
is all that glitters truly gold?

That’s the myth we’ve all been told,
a fairytale to quell the rebellion.
Our Orwellian overlords can’t afford
to lord the lie over us.

The sword rises over us,
the blood flies over us;
and still, yes even still,
the prophecy remains unfulfilled…


– Kurt Poleet


I wonder…

Oath Keeper, Posse Comitatus, Sovereign Citizen. Cliven Bundy. Hero of the Right. He and his militia supporters turned back Federal agents from invading their land. This is part of one of his news interviews:

“I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro,” he said. Mr. Bundy recalled driving past a public-housing project in North Las Vegas, “and in front of that government house the door was usually open and the older people and the kids — and there is always at least a half a dozen people sitting on the porch — they didn’t have nothing to do. They didn’t have nothing for their kids to do. They didn’t have nothing for their young girls to do.

“And because they were basically on government subsidy, so now what do they do?” he asked. “They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never learned how to pick cotton. And I’ve often wondered, are they better off as slaves, picking cotton and having a family life and doing things, or are they better off under government subsidy? They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom.”


I’ll admit I’m not nearly as intelligent as Bundy. I don’t have his courage, bravery or backbone. To be honest, I find it difficult to comprehend his wisdom. So, were Blacks really better off as slaves?

Fuck no! Are you fucking kidding me?!? What the fuck is wrong with this mother-fucking bat-shit crazy asshole?!?

The unlaced thread

“There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.” – Blaise Pascal

Purplish mist descending,
upending ancient obelisks
as phantoms bewail
the last pilgrim’s trail.

Bitter smell of fresh-cut grass
icy touch, eidolon clutch
infinite emptiness
awaits the fated ones
within the broken circle…


– Kurt Poleet


“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don’t ever count on having both at once.” – Robert A. Heinlein

Staring down the barrel of a jar of marmalade
blaring sounds so sterile that they bar the barricade.
Bosons fly, bosons fall;
opposers cry, opposers crawl.

All almost always sway
mild-mannered minds this way
or that; they don’t come back
from backbreaking madness
or track-staking slackness.

No transgress creates
the hate which lured them in,
which lured them in to sin…


– Kurt Poleet

Too late

“Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.” – William Carlos Williams

My misty eyes gaze at grey skies
now I realize it was all lies.
No one’s wise when faced with truth,
omnipotence of youth
melts like an ice cream cone on a summer’s day
and all I can say is I’m sorry…


– Kurt Poleet


“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.” – Thomas Aquinas

No one to nurse the crying baby;
stars hide behind the fog.
Can you see through a paper-thin trampoline?
“Maybe”, said the sad old frog.

Like a pile of dirty dishes left overnight,
my sins aren’t easily washed away.
Can you see through three-foot thick cellophane?
“I might”, said the devil’s next prey…


– Kurt Poleet


“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

Transcending the offending Master
causing nothing less than pure disaster;
like a neglected ancient temple,
his bravery only resembled
a long forgotten tomb.

When minstrels gather to recall
his truly ignominious fall
not a kind word will be uttered;
hearts and minds will all be shuttered
as the march of death resumes…


– Kurt Poleet