My Will Poem

Our history is strewn with
brothers killing brothers
over kingdoms
great and small.

Kings and widowed queens
wished they were family still
when they became a will.

Once a person brave and strong
could swing a sword, but still
they became a will.

With judgement strong
they took a pen and
loved you more than them
or left you out in a whim,
when they became a will.

It’s better to die a penny shy
in a home for the poor
than to judge my family
on the way out the door,
for then the rose
left beside the stone
is for me, and me alone.

For my Aunt Ruth…..david michael jackson

Old men pounding tables
sending young men to war
young men march in cadence
singing what are we fighting for

Oh to give the ladies
a chance to end this rhyme
and for their sons and daughters
to lead us this time

david michael jackson

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The shooter in Charleston will probably not be hearing voices. Some of the shooters, or so few of them, Charsleston, McVey, Manson fit the Paranoid Schizophrenic pattern of loss of reason, voices in the wall. The mental illness they may suffer is often undetectable. We are told that these incidences are done by lone “crazies” and that it’s not the guns fault. By blaming the “crazies” we demonize those individuals who did not deserve their fate, aren’t possessed by demons, thank you! Most of them suffer more than we could ever imagine, their illness easily apparent to everyone around them. Some get medications, meds you wouldn’t want to take. Meds that make them twitch and look strange to others. If they take those meds, it is with courage, absolute courage.

Artist Statement:
Recycled art
1. Painted a large painting during Gulf War 1, 36″ x 24″
2. Somewhere during Gulf War 2 it gets big hole in the middle of it.
2. So I cut pieces out of it and glued them onto a panel 16″ x 20″
3. One more Gulf War and we can get this painting down to 8″ x 11″

Make it go out of date.