The Time Has Come (a poem dedicated to antifascist fighters!)

The time has come, The end of generational ignorance is near. Revolution. There is no more denying, No more procrastination, For procrastination is the rebel’s enemy. There is no more time to waste, Revolution Is a formula. A formula of transcendence, A guide to peace, To march, To victory.

What good is a broken man?

What an era to be alive. Yet how can one call living with no dignity living? Crawling on knees to get to a safe place to release your bowels, Begging from mercy from an overweight class traitor with shit aim Only to get 6 bullets in the back. For a cell phone. Can it beContinue reading “What good is a broken man?”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”

Those Eyes

The mantra of the American upstarts, Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes. The eyes belong to someones child. Those eye once cried over a scraped knee. Those eyes once looked at someone and loved them. Those eyes once had a soul behind them. Those eye look down at hands that holdContinue reading “Those Eyes”

Forbaren Soul and Love not Lost, but Changed.

Forbaren soul, lost again insight unseen, yet not, merely changed, unforeseen. The stars tell me nothing but my date of birth, and the direction slaves did walk. Soiled old souls, now bitter, with hate, forgotten of the parental struggle. The trial of every generation are the lessons learned from each one’s prior. A balance ofContinue reading “Forbaren Soul and Love not Lost, but Changed.”

Dear Fellow Progressives, Remember It’s Not About You

The chains of hatred are always present where there is disenfranchisement.  Whether it is perceived or real, there are always seeds of bigotry in places where the people have a long history of subjectification for the use of those in power.   Despite being oppressed by the same forces, the people in these groups playContinue reading “Dear Fellow Progressives, Remember It’s Not About You”

The Story’s Answer Part 5

How many nights? How many hours? How many words? Efforts? Deeds? Projections? Rejections? Real and imposed, now over, now true, not repeated. This is an unknown that is even unknown so unknown the unknown knows nothing of its own unknown. Rhythm all these such no know no rest, no rest for the wicked, none forContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 5”

The Story’s Answer Part 4

War, no, fear, no, Crime, no,  Game! Simply game! Game for identity. Game for group and safety. Game for instinct, Game for the pursuit but not gain of truth. But what is to gain truth? What is to gain knowledge? Where is any truth? Is this my page? Is this my night? Damn this me!Continue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 4”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 16

chapter 16  The Aftermath     Judge Bachman was ecstatic to hear Lewis was in custody.  He was disappointed to hear he was in another state and would be tried by a separate Judge, but he would watch the trial coverage on FOX NEWS as close as possible.     Once Jack was caught, it wasn’t longContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 16”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Gotcha, in the Cops and Robbers Game.   Jack had stopped listening long ago.  It wasn’t a voluntary thing, he was just too captivated by the sight of her to care about anything else.  After she had stopped reading she caught his gaze, which was locked on her eyes.  They both smiled andContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14

Chapter 14  The Happy Couple   Jack had finished the story by the time Kate was long out of the shower. Now that he had come to, he decided that although the author of these stories was very talented he was also greatly disturbed, or at least in a very dangerous state of mind whenContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 14”

The Story’s Answer Part 3

I did not mean it, I did not mean to, I did not wish to burn my scripts and lines but I did, I did it as a projection of my own dreary  ways. Blue hearts to black, that is the lyric, that is what I did  with my poetic paints, So forevermore, I mustContinue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 3”