Courage Is The Sweetest Lullaby Fear not your lions, And constrain yourself upon the unsightly sounds of this date of sorrow. Do but construct, And constrain, For the winter’s winds are but lost by the summer sun. The nymphs of the seasons do hold their treasons so, Be not the character of perpetual woe. RainsContinue reading “Courage Is The Sweetest Lullaby, a poem”
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The Teacher As The Poet, a poem
The Teacher As The Poet Content’s production, Ease of mind and constant rush, Narcotic ease, And still the voices don’t stop. Stagnation is a creative mind’s enemy, as is cowardice. We are our words, our letters and symbols. Intentions mean nothing when they fail, Yet success is still a subjective term. I am responsible forContinue reading “The Teacher As The Poet, a poem”
Art in Our Times, a poem
Art in Our Times Piss poor excuse for a joke, All the un-ironic irony in real life. I have always said it, Life is a parody of the self, We live in Chaplin’s Modern Times, We are the machines, And the proles. We are wheels, Turning and obedient to the driver, Circle after circle, LoopContinue reading “Art in Our Times, a poem”
Wasted Time, a poem
Wasted Time So do we fall sweetly against the brittle gunk and waste the very minutes of a peaceful ending. So it was written, and spoken, and so shall it be written down again. Many sit, wait, and wonder when.
Wanna Be Socrates, a poem
Dull, now babbles some wanna-be Socrates. A Plato of the non- existent preverbal page. An awkward stammer and pause gone about with forced emotion. So forced that it has no force, no power, gone and now at rest, deserving non of its fake praise. Lofty lust, and more incoherent babbles and rambles in the nameContinue reading “Wanna Be Socrates, a poem”
Sonnet 18 Revisited, a poem
A remix/sequel to Shakespeare’s classic.
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.
Soul and Pain, a poem
Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”
Soul and Pain, a poem
Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”
The Hopeless Radical, a poem
A fearful night, and a burned bridge freshly smolders. Such is the life of a hopeless radical. Less sexy than a hopeless romantic, but more useful than a hopeless idealist. Two are ideal hands of the state, whose hands when pressed against us create our struggle. Our struggle, Our political struggle. The hopeless radical knowsContinue reading “The Hopeless Radical, a poem”
Lies and Slander, A poem
“The poor deserve it!” Lies and slander. “The left hates…” Lies and slander. “The police protect and serve.” Lies and slander. “Your standard of living will only go up.” More lies, more slander. “Love is all you need.” More lies, more slander. “This is land of the free.” The biggest lie, the biggest slander.
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.
Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda – A poem for a dying planet
Would have, Could have, Should have. These words which only pay lip service to memory and potential and attribute cause to regret Serve no purpose but to hinder us As our world decays. We owe it to ourselves, To our living legacies still too young to fend for themselves, We owe it to them toContinue reading “Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda – A poem for a dying planet”
