President-Elect Biden, platitudes will not heal our pain!
First draft, catch the idea, put it on the page. But its not all there yet? Doesn’t matter, you have a quota. Just get it on the page, and get it out there. Fuck editing, fuck censoring, it’s all out, all on the line. Tomorrow is a big day, in a bad way, maybe weContinue reading “First Draft”
Vengence, unguarded, has all but been abandoned. Anger, the burning coals the buddha talked about, drop them. See their sparks as they grind into the Earth, then darken into nothing. No time like the present, no fear but the accented. This is where I should always be, yet it means nothing when you stay stagnent.Continue reading “Why A Poem Never Belongs to The Author”
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Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”
Only a coward attacks with no face. Only a fool takes the time to make an enemy. Only a coward and a fool would ever throw a tantrum about helping someone else. Cowards and fools running amok, literally leaving plaque and death in their wake. We must do something, something now to deal with theseContinue reading “Only A Coward, A poem”
Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replaceContinue reading “Insulting, a poem”
There is no going back, Our heroes are dead. We are our own heroes now. There is no going back. – There is no going back, The tides are swallowing us, A virus is choking us, Our “leaders” are killing us. There is no going back. – There is no going back, You can’t getContinue reading “There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid”
Why I am going to write as much poetry as I will about politics.
A poem in the time of pandemic.
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”
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”