​               <==== Robert L. Perkins ====>

Nadir Squared – No Recourse
When worlds collide and dreams crash down
And all the fury boils unbound,
Spilled out full measure brim to dreg
With shattered staves of ruptured keg.
I look inside my twisted soul
And ask my God to make me whole.
When lightning strikes inside my brain
And demons dance to fan the flame
That burns my cells to blackest char
And healing leaves this cancered scar.
I gaze inside my twisted soul
And ask my God to make me whole.
When years prepared are wasted dead,
And aim and purpose both have fled
This empty shell that binds my mind
Tortures my nerves and leaves me blind
To all but selfish passion’s hold
That grips my sense with strength untold
To steal my peace from outstretched hands
And make me ever less a man.
When endless waves do rise and break
Against the shore of gloomy fate,
And beat each grain with ceaseless roar
That comes on steady, more on more
‘Til each succumbs the drowning gate
While swept below to unknown fate.
I raise my face with question hard,
“What means this desperate, unclaimed ward?”
Who answers back from reasoned lore
With words full pregnant, rich, and more?
No voice I hear, no welcome arms,
No kind embrace, or kiss of warm.
Yet on I stumble deaf and blind,
Besought by trouble fore and hind,
To seek the misty cloud before,
I know not what… Forevermore.
When what is left to nurture life,
To end this all-consuming strife,
To loose the bonds of instant slave
From haughty, hellish, human crave?
With lowered head and severed heart,
With deepest need again I start
To crawl inside my twisted soul
And beg my God to make me whole.
1969 Copyright 2015 – Robert L. Perkins

Jeff Davis's Last Ride​

It’s been one-twenty-six years
Since you left this veil of tears,
Still, new enemies lust to feed on your bones.
And few we can find,
Of any human kind,
Called to action ‘neath their own gravestones.

But there’s a campus in Austin
Led by fools to exhaustion,
Who surrender to PC and folly.
Now denying their past
Leaving logic aghast
They sight Davis and fire one last volley.

Yet old Jeff he’s a wonder,
Ripping reason asunder
As he’s ordered by court - cold and shameful,
To mount up once more
Just to settle the score
For the history haters and blameful.

Oh, like beauty beheld
By one who would tell
Others just what their eye must reveal.
Hark, the bigot calls out
What each one must not doubt,
While he steals from you what cannot heal.

Yes, the jokes on the diner
As he feeds on the minor
Thinking this feast will bring him great pleasure.
For at the end of the conflict
Nothing’s changed, no not one whit,
Truth still stands – an unassailable treasure.

Now Jeff, pull up your bronze boots,
And brush off your bronze suit,
There’s a journey you’re called now to make.
Not of honor or fame
But of multiplied shame
As an offering to “hurt-feelings” sake.

So away you must go
With no choice to say no,
Silent bear all your shame and disdain.
Please make this your last ride
‘ere we’re drowned by the tide
“For Jeff Davis and the South” we proclaim!