Rest in peace Glenn Frey.
Oft times in desperado days
I find it hard to take it easy.
Some days can be reckless,
even criminal. One need not
look very far--news, newspaper,
and yes, even family. The hate, the
racial slurs, the homophobia the arrogance
while Bible’s thumped. And killing goes on
left and right--words, like guns, can wound.
I’m sensitive to venom fangs, to smug religious robe
and gavel, to lyin’ eyes and tongues aflame unafraid
to burn the fort. Within my gates scorch marks
abide yet I can’t tell you why they stay except
that blades of grass are sown, yet they
then die from lack of rain.
I no longer live life in the fast lane--not that it was
ever that fast. No, with the years passing now like
so many thin calendar pages, I endeavor to smell
the roses more, and strive for that peaceful easy
feeling despite persistent scar of evil‘s flame.
One reflects among the scars. As such, many mirrors
abide, and even Hotel California would pale with its
mirrors on the ceiling. I’d gladly shatter all the glass,
allowing for my feet to bleed rather than my heart.
I like to think that one of these nights I will soar
like an eagle, free and unfettered by it all,
in fresh winds atop granite outcrops,
keen of sight yet unable to see the
burns of yesterday.
Merit Badge Winner
--take it easy
--I can’t tell you why
--life in the fast lane
--peaceful easy feeling
--one of these nights