Hanging on a message And a welcoming tone So distinct it’s almost surreal And blistered ears and eyes With next to no regrets Should seek its welcoming crèche As a baby seeks a bottled breast And the fulfilment Of a … Continue reading Hanging on a Message. A poem.
Reap the whirlwind of your faith The circuitous tirades and malcontent Of a tyrant fettered in disbelief Hyperbole and untruth May it shake you to your core And tear your existential mockery of existence To the ground. #BlackLivesMatter For more … Continue reading To the Ground. A poem.
The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of … Continue reading Night Conversation. A poem.
What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading All Apologies. A poem.
A treason of lies Trumped again, America Time to vote him down #BlackLivesMatter #Vote For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, … Continue reading Treason. A haiku.
The last word Is a flail across my back Stripping flesh bare to bone A blood eagle worthy of Vikings Exposing heart and soul And ready for the killing thrust Your pain mingles with my own As you strike again, … Continue reading The Last Word. A poem.
So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And … Continue reading So Many Ghosts. A poem.
Democracy died Because tyranny, it won. TAKE BACK THE POWER. #BlackLivesMatter #Vote #FuckTrump For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Democracy. A haiku.
Your clubs and fists Your horses and mace Cannot quell or diminish Voices united as one To drown out despots And desperate hypocrites Who would hold us down With guile and inequity We march and pray We cry for justice … Continue reading March. A poem.
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Shores. A poem.
Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so … Continue reading Protest. A poem.
I was indisposed And exposed And all my fears And dreams And insecurities Came home to roost Like a feast of crows That consumed me And spat me out The sum of all My many woes For more Poetry, click … Continue reading The Sum of All. A poem.
White privilege Is like the weight of a thousand jackboots On our necks, on our backs But we stand, we shout, we overcome And by the time that coward leaves his baby bunker And his gestapo have been brought low … Continue reading Privilege. A poem.
Ivory towers Illegitimate power No knee can stop us #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click … Continue reading #BLM. A Haiku.
I awoke from my slumber Waves lapped upon the beach Gulls cawed and the ocean called I walked upon sands pristine And smelled the salt upon the air But perhaps I still dreamed And this was merely a holiday From … Continue reading The Real. A poem.
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