I watched "Judgment at Nuremberg" last
night, I have seen that film many times.
However, in light of our nation's current
chaotic political direction, that theme and
topic have taken on a new unsettling and
dire significance. The implied specter of
the term "National Socialism" is all too
ominous.

73 million people died or were murdered in
WWII when a nation of otherwise normal
rational people were ****** in by listening to
a homely, little possibly insane former German
army Corporal rant and rave their nation into
a frenzy of cultism, and "National Socialism".
Through lies and deceptions, Adolf ******
plunged the entire world into a chaotic and
destructive war.

I can't be the only one to see and be deeply
concerned by the undeniable significance and
similarities of our current parallel direction
towards a National Socialism agenda?
Inspired and led by the newly appointed wonky
cult of administrative dimwits and their newly
self-anointed unstable KING, that appear not
to give a **** about our laws, our Constitution
or any of us as individual free citizens.

Our US government watchdogs the Congress
and Senate seem to have lost their direction and
patriotism, grown spineless and mute under the
spell or fear of King Trump.

Wake up America!
We are headed in a very bad direction.

The yellow morning sun rises out of an Easterly gray
sky bringing the promise of a bright blue, cloudless
new day.

A dozen songbirds are hard at work upon the feeders,
the barn cats lurk in the flower bushes, hunting waiting.
A hawk perches upon the barn roof, preening his feathers
in the warming lemony new light. Our red rooster crows
his morning song from the safety of the covered chicken pen.

I stretch, yawn and scratch my itchy bits, standing peering
out the window at the spring dewy grass scene that reminds
me to check and gas up the riding mower.

My hungry hedonistic house cat meows and rubs against
my bare legs, and hem of my old bathrobe, the aroma of
fresh perking coffee brings all morning ritual attentions
back inside, and just like the outside creatures, I also begin
yet another fine new day, content that for this emerging
brief moment in time all is right in my world. For as long
as I leave off the Television.

A sweet woman sips her evening wine
Its fine like her
The rose moon
With its champagne stars
Blushes with our love sublime

Reynaldo Casison

Within the fountains
Well wishes sparkle
With the diamond stars

Reynaldo Casison

Its moonlight, the Springs moonlight
That waltzes in her hair
All Rose golden with her love there
The candle hours of midnights
That sighs sweetly and deeply
Anywhere and everywhere
Within

And where flowers are dancing
their resilient petals
High with our love
And down to earth
As the Springs fireflies wings
That with honey breezes sings
With a rare sweetness of mirth

And there upon the luminous shore
A majestic rainbow like a garden
Is grown
With our loves irises sown
Its rose spring moonlight
That waltzes in her hair
With sensual flair
Like a jazz festival and sunflowers fair

Reynaldo Casison

Your gaze has its pretty solitude
It has journeyed like the moonlight
Everywhere for the roses of love,
Yet within
sighs
The sweetest luminous rose
In heavenly repose

Within your beautys most tender kisses
Are realms that caress things
Like flowers, hope, and rain

Your pretty gaze naturally
unloosens us
Like the evenings roses
sunflowers and stars
Sigh within sigh
Blush upon blush
Gaze within gaze
And
Your firm vulnerabilities
Is the romance of exotic waves
With their demure salsa
To heavenly shores

I would love to glow
With the moonlights honey flow
And that exquisite thing about you
That unloosens and soothes
Like rose candlelight
Nothing is much sweeter
Besides the evenings rain,
The honey melodies
of your sweet beauty

Reynaldo Casison

The Vineyard
Is the splendid nectar
Of goddesses
Fine wine Caresses
To unwind upon earth

The moon wanes and waxes,
Waves waltz side by side
With the honey ebb and flow
Stars blush with roses

And the Vineyard
Still remains a Vineyard
Despite all that changes
She dances within stillness
And caresses

And the grapes dancers and mangos
Are asleep and awake
Within the dream of vineyards

Our love,
The soothing
Of entwined vines,
Deeply and sweetly
Within
The moonlit hips
And caress
Of the splendid vineyard

Reynaldo Casison