"Imaginarium" Published in Synchronized Chaos Magazine

The poem, "Imaginarium", which was written five years ago, is now published in Synchronized Chaos Magazine! Here's what the editor had to say about this piece, "... in a highly structured, formal and intellectual piece [Dave Douglas], rejoices in the adventure of following the imagination."

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Inverted (Deception and Truth -- or "Death and Life") - POEM of the MONTH!

Inverted (Deception and Truth -- or "Death and Life")

Artist: Dave Douglas (After effects of the Liberty Fire, Alpine County, CA)

Today is the day of salvation!

But -- you tell me nonetheless that

I am not worthy,

For deep within my heart

You find the darkest secrets.

I think I'm a good person,

Even though ...

Then you tell me that is enough!

What you did for me,

I can't believe

All the little lies;

And look at what I did with

The only life I have,

Yes, this is it --

Yet it's not what I had in mind,

Since the very beginning

Always giving

What may hurt me,

On directing me away from

What truly matters,

This is what you showed me

(Now read it from bottom to top,
and realize who holds the truth.)

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The Bullet - POEM of the MONTH!

The Bullet

In short-sighted cities

Along their boulevards

With defenses down

Behind glasses barred

The windows are broken

In neighborhoods ignored

But even among the tower

There are horrors unexplored

On a chosen Wednesday

In what seems random

Far from the northern shores

In an office of printed freedom

I penetrate skin

Rip through flesh

Break bone --

And, end existence

Screaming across the lobby

The scent of powder in the air

Screams from the innocents

The scent of hatred as a prayer

In the City of Lights

As throughout many

There are less shining

And more to be angry

It is not my choice

When I carry all your fears

It seems my only path

Since those beginning years

I penetrate skin

Rip through flesh

Break bone --

And, end existence ...

So, until you end my own

From palaces, to deserts and dives

Like the one who shot Liberty Valance

I am capable of saving lives

~

In this poem "The Bullet", the "I" and "my" are the personification of the bullet; and the "your" represent the people living in cities, towns, states and countries. (This poem is partially inspired by Neil Peart's Distant Early Warning. In Distant Early Warning the "I" is the personification of an ICBM missile flying over the polar ice-caps, and the "you" is the people of the world.)

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