So Many (A life Well Lived) a poem

So many tears,

So many years,

So many fears,

So many beers.

So many jokes,

So many tokes.

So many drugs,

So many hugs.

So much pain,

So much gain.

These are the things to live for,

So many things,

And so many more.

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Habit, a poem

Habit, my old friend,

Or are you my enemy?

You say habit

I hear “monotony.”

Someone else says it,

And I hear “addiction.”

Habit, you could make me a great man

Or you could cause me to self destruct.

Habit,

you are helpful,

But you can also be cruel.

Habit, you be what I tell you to be.

Activist, a poem

Philosophy is dead.

May theory reign supreme.

For we don’t reflect,

We plan,

We vote,

and we care.

We are your neighbors, your daughters and sons,

We are nothing to fear,

Yet we are everything you hate.

We are hear and we are loud.

We are and will be hear

until this work is done.

Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)

Rebels Lead The March of History!

Do not forget,

It was the rebels who brought forth our days!

And do not forget,

the people who learned,

But got little praise.

Stupid is a condition,

Ignorance a choice,

So stop the idiotic voice.

So cheers to the rebels,

Who died for our better days!

And peace to those who lost the fight,

And lost it going insane.

They had no stake,

No burden unless they choose,

So it is no wonder

Why the rebels never lose.Nationalists

Bootlicker (a poem)

Do not mock me!

Do not! Do not!

For I am a man,

And this my woman

And we be not beasts, damn straight!

We’re just monsters, deplorable sexists

enabling fear monger flag waving.

But stop being so mean to us!

We have feelings to.

But we ain’t afraid of no snowflakes,

that’s why I armed myself to the teeth!

But blue lives matter and your blocking traffic!

Some of us have jobs to get to!

How dare you call me racist!?

I still watch CNN!

Bootlicking, it’s just my thing.

Bootlicking, I’ll make the man’s shoes shine.

Bootlicking, it’s just what I’m born to do.

Be it through kink.com videos

that I never pay for

and shame anyone who does.

I earn the bread,

then give it all to have the latex woman

break my balls.

But I’ll never admit to it.

My 2 twitter followers would never

let me live that down.

I’m a good little bootlicker,

Capital is my dominatrix master.

Thank you master,

I’m such a good little bootlicker.

A Poem for Stephon Clark

Stephon Clark,

A Daddy of two,

Was shot twenty times,

Or was it twenty two?

You see, it’s so easy to get the little things mixed up,

Maybe that is why the cops

Told us three stories that were made up.

Sac PD, here our cries

You will continue to hear them,

The more that you spew lies.

SacPD, we do not want you.

SacPD, we do not need you.

These are the word of BLM

And they ring true.

To all our police, I say

We do not want or need you.

We will block you and scream,

You won’t see your favorite team,

Which by the way hasn’t even been good

Since 2000 and 3.

Have you seen the pictures of Stephon Clark?

With his baby clinging to his arms?

Have you seen the pictures of Stephon Clark?

With his children right next to his heart?

This could have been prevented,

This is true,

And the ones who could have prevented it,

Are not just me and you.

Did not the public demand some oversight

Of our callous police?

If I remember right,

They gave that job to the police?

Who watches the watchmen?

The question of our day.

Who watches out for Stephon Clark?

All of us.

We must do all that we may.

We must love and support one another,

The words of BLM again ring true.

These to me are more than just chants,

They will be the words to make evil finally rue.

Stephon Clark,

I will say your name.

Stephon Clark,

Sacramento will never be the same.

Rest in Peace, dear child, father, and neighbor,

Your death will not be in vain,

It may perhaps be our savior.

The public want’s justice, this is a fact,

But sadly we all know,

This still won’t bring you back.

Dear Stephon, please rest well.

For tomorrow we fight on,

Until your killers are locked in hell.

Rest well Stephon, for you are loved.

Rest well Stephon Clark, your smile will guide us up above.