Each of the following poems are at the heart of why I did the documentary. I wrote this first one the day after Memorial Day in 2004. It illustrates how defenders of the indefensible make a mockery of the very things they care about most. And yes, I borrowed the title from The Police song from 1980.
Don’t Stand So Close To Me
Sorry souls above the earth
Lacking courage to question
Hiding behind mask so Divine
Curiosity devoid absent of reason
Trouncing thy neighbor always in season
Squanderers of truth servants of the lie
Look the other way while we ask why
Sing your songs heaping praises
Lumping Lord and leaders
Undiscerning two-faces
Save your prayers I’m six feet below
Might be alive
Without your refusal to know
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I wrote Hide and Seek on October 29, 2003 — over 5 years before weapons inspector Charles Duelfer published a book of the same name (he replaced David Kay as leader of the Iraq Survey Group on January 23, 2004). It’s certainly not my best work, but I thought it was important to share since it bears on my insight into the WMD debacle (and my precise prediction that President Bush would terminate the weapons search soon after the 2004 election). I thought it was a pretty cool book cover so I added that below as well.
Hide and Seek
So long the search continues
So long the illusion pre-veils
Weapons buried deep within
Foundation of lies
Cloaked mesh of black
Gleaming hollow eyes
Mirrors of no reflection
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I wrote this next one sometime in 2003. The documentary employs thought-provoking evidence and imagery to inspire intellectual discussion. The same goes for my poems — as I simply painted the realties of what I witnessed.
Trigger Happy is a bit cryptic but the idea is to always be on the lookout for learning, though I must admit that the “blind” I speak of has even been me on occasion. The difference is that I’m always willing to open my eyes to the gift of reality — truth is the most wonderful offering when you welcome it.
Trigger Happy
Radar scanning knowledge wherever you go
Gatling Gun barrels loaded to blow
Holes into walls of the blind
Revolving around turning the mind
Missiles insight target on Q
No standing down tomorrow anew
Engine of wisdom ready to meet
Someday the skies filled with a fleet
MOUNT EVEREST OF THE OBVIOUS 