More goes on behind closed doors Than you shall ever know. Yes, corruption and malfeasance But that is not what I mean. Behind closed doors, An abused partner cries. Behind closed doors A child’s dream is denied, Because Mommy got fired. Behind closed doors A young man cleans up his Grandmother’s urine Just like sheContinue reading “Behind Closed Doors, A Poem”
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Hundreds of lives a year
Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
Hundreds of lives a year
Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
No, Democratic Socialism Is Not Redundant
What is redundant is the time wasted arguing about what is or is not “socialism.”
Writer’s Block
Writer’s Block Sucks alot And keeps from doing work. Imagine the pain In my brain And how much I feel like a jerk!
A poem for Liz Warren
Roses are red. Violets are blue. To the shame of this nation. Warren gave Trump a standing ovation.
This Screen
There is something less romantic About the way you read my poems. You hold not the paper I scribbled my soul on But a screen. I write these words on a screen and send it to yours. This screen. These screens connect us, So why do are we so alone? Why is isolation the firsContinue reading “This Screen”
Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation
What goes up must come down Especially egos. Check the ego, kill the ego. This is what buddha taught. Or is this more gibberish from a mad mind? Is it the lies we tell ourselves that make our opinions? “Don’t talk politics this holiday.” Is the credo of the people Who don’t want you toContinue reading “Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation”
So Often We Are Told
So often we are told “It’s human nature.” “It’s always been like this.” “There is nothing I can do.” You’ll cringe at a meme but not at these words? Does jaded fear and hopelessness Not shiver the spine of the unhumbled optimist? It does. So often we are told things that are not true. ThereContinue reading “So Often We Are Told”
20 Years In Hell
20 years in hell. 6 months in purgatory. Our was it just 1 month in county jail? Time means nothing when your in shackles Even though it is all they give you. The filth and grime on the bottom of my bare foot replaces any dignity I had. And the cold, do not make meContinue reading “20 Years In Hell”
The Old Songs In The New Day
A poem.
Simple Advice
A poem
Conceited Notion
Here we are, Another conceited notion At hope for humanity. Wrapped in delusion And on the other side ignorance. Where heart doesn’t exist there is only stone. No one cares when you break stone, No one should. Stone has no use except for building, Heart brings us family, light, and love. But who cares aboutContinue reading “Conceited Notion”
