As sure as the clouds rise in the sky
to paint a majestic ephemeral picture
so too the princes of the world use
wealth to form an ornamental vision
for themselves using the world as their
canvas, and sycophants to tell them
they are wonderful, where as clouds
just have poets of the heart to entertain.

And as sure as the clouds can only hold
so much blood, sweat and tears until
they must explode in thunder and
rain and drive the winds to certain
destruction, so too the princes of the
world who would demand to be kings
will reign their own destruction on the
innocent and not so innocent alike.

But neither will be anything but
temporary,  a difficult and violent
passing moment in the long arc of
this world, and yet they will leave
scars upon this Earth, and scars
upon the hearts of memories that
have suffered their passing and
their violence.

And we will all say never again,
but just as new clouds will rise,
new princes will be born to a wealth
of power they could never have earned
and they will rise when memories
have faded to again bring the world
to bend the knee to them and
create new scars upon all the land.

This is the destiny of our kind,
the legacy of our hubris, and the
nature of princes, as is the nature
of clouds… and history like
summer storms will be violent
until there is violence no more
because there is nothing left
to destroy… just scars upon the land.

Then we can start over.

A Tragedy is when both sides are convinced they are right; a Philosophy articulated by 19th-century German philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.   The conviction of being right hardens positions, and makes for great conflict and loss.

TRAGEDY IN THE MAKING

I am righteously on this side of the divide.
Yet you claim, the righteous patriot side.
I am committed to the lesson of love they neighbor.
You committed to law enforced, if need be, by the saber.

Manifest destiny fuels your imperious nature it seems.
While I know there is room for all peoples’ dreams.
You disdain the sciences you say have oppressed and masked you.
But I know that science and reason is best for all but a few.

Right deepens the gulf between your side and mine,
between the beating of heart and the reasoned mind.
Building toward a tragedy of conflict, violence and loss
as our prosperity, our history and values get toss.

Thus, we have a tragedy of our own making
due to such extreme positions taken,
due to our failure to imagine a better place,
our failure to see beyond this tragic race.

IMAGINE HEAVEN

The difference between me and you
Is smaller and easier to get through
than any problem that’s been observed,
that this world or the next has ever heard.

When it’s a hug that is simply needed
and all perceived differences receded
as we feel the humanity of each other
and you know me as your loving brother.

With all the faults, failures and fears
having experienced, love, hurt and tears
for a hug to make us as one
in the brilliant light of the sun. 

As we shine now too with wisdom of the ages,
as we take our place with saints and sages
enjoying the harmony of life-everlasting, singing
a song that is right, loving and forgiving.

WE CHOOSE

Where art thou Diogenes?
Not on Capital Hill, not among
the powerful, not in the White House,
nor among the power brokers of business.

Only among the citizens who carry
your lantern, as a cell phone, and
are threatened and beaten and
then shot for doing so.

In the era of performative democracy,
during the rise of hypocrisy and
a fledgling, evil autocracy,  there
are no reasoned leaders to be found.

Oh, Socrates, is it futile for you
who seeks truth, in an age of
alternative facts, where the powerful
trample the truth along with the people?

They will ask you to end yourself
rather than answer your questions,
and submit to reason, exiling, and
disappearing without justice.

Infamy does not worry them,
for they plan to rewrite the history of now,
more so, they do not care as they’ve
enriched themselves at our expense.

Yes, philosophy, history, truth,
reason and empathy are but constructs
of the human condition they wish to twist
and manipulated for fascist rule.

Hold on to the truth, hold on to
reason, empathy and honesty
for this is their weakness, if we continue
to believe, then they cannot win.

As with all dictators and their
henchmen and henchwomen no
children of the next generation will
be named after them.

The names Donald, Pam, Kristi
among others will not find their
way to future generations, just as
the name Adolf faded from consideration.

Oh Diogenes, we are out here
still, we are honestly seeking
a better world for our children
and the children of all people.

Oh Socrates, there is still
truth to be discovered, if we can
only continue to ask the questions
and not waver in our commitment to truth.

We the People will Overcome
We the People will Vote
We the People will Win
We the People, Believe.

to Mom and Dad, Mr. Michael Varga and Mrs. Pauline Varga
from all of us!  3 children, 7 grandchildren, 9 great grandchildren, and one more here soon!

Children of Love

Oh my, what beauty and grace
as children you could not know
what love could create.

You could not know how life
struggles would deliver such
victories, and loving legacies.

You were so young, so in love
and now seventy years later
you are still in each others arms.

Yes, time covers much ground
but please, now look around,
see the joy of love and life created.

Know your family loves you
dearly and your legacies live
and love-on because of you.

Have a Blessed Anniversary!

These words rise,
intertwine, and spin
like smoke from
a friendly campfire
as a signal to you who
read such signals.

Messages like so many
sent before, arise from
a fire-burning life-passion
for the memories,
the now, and especially
our greatest hope,

Know this passion exclaims
a love of life every day
and every moment
while thinking of you
in better times
in care of better futures.

These words I pray
signal a message you may
read now and yet know,
you’ll best understand
long after the fire,
long years hence.