Archive for October, 2020
ethic cleansing…
I only wish this piece was not true, but it is.
stars
have dimmed
once
vibrant colors
symbolizing
freedom
and
justice
have faded
bleached
by
the glare
of
ignorance
and
complacency
to
corrupt power
turning
this nation
into
a whiter shade
of
pale
an old notepad…
A thoughtful piece.
pages full
of
broken words
some
never spoken
others
discarded
as
foolish
dreams
some
secrets
have been pressed
like
roses
between
the pages
left there
to
dry
and
die
never to be read
by
anyone
mere
remnants
of
what could have been
or
should have been
but
never
became
there are some words
even
if found
lying around
would be
seen
like
the scribblings
of
a child
who never learned
to
color
within the lines
a maverick
of
society
whose
offerings
of
words
without question
shall be
ignored
love making…
A great incite.
an act of passion
driven by biology
according to some
but communion to lovers
sharing their soul’s sweetest wine
ain’t got time to meditate…
A great thought.
now
i
certainly appreciate
all
the heartfelt
words-to-the-wise
we’ve
been having
about
the benefits
of
daily contemplation
learning
to
deliberate
on
the moment
and
not
project
into
the future
or
woller
in
yesterday’s mud
but
when you’re
just trying
to
survive
the day
then
pausing
to
smell the roses
ain’t
an option
nor
is there
any respite
to
look
towards
tomorrow
tomorrow
isn’t a consideration
and
when you don’t
look
to tomorrow
hope
becomes
a useless
vocabulary word
stand still jordan…
The truth is sad, but not be overlooked as just another police verses black event. Enough is enough.
friend there ain’t no way
that i’m gonna bear this cross
for another day
i’ve heard your words be patient
but those damn days are over
esa nationwide identification & registration…
i’ve
just certified
my pet
as
my
emotional support animal
he will now
travel with me
and
hang out
no matter
where
i
go
and
there’ll be
no pet restrictions
and
no
additional fees
when
he joins me
on board
even
if
it’s an embraer 145
tho
i must admit
it was
a tight fit
during
the last flight
until
caesar
ate his lunch
those two passengers
were
annoying
anyway
but
not only does
he travel
with me
but
can reside
alongside me
in
my pet free apartment complex
according
to
the license
i received
from
a certified doctor
and
a mental health professional
documenting my absolute
right
to have caesar
by my side
day and night
oh there were
a few
complaints
from
the first three
apartment managers
who attempted
to remove caesar
and
i
from
our flat
but
well
let’s just say
that
caesar is a critter
of
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de fly (fly on me head)…
I don’t know if you heard this? Biden’s merchandizing manager, with that now famous fly in mind, began making flyswatters with a political message. Can’t remember what it was.
Anyway, they made 35,000 selling at ten bucks apiece. They sold out immediately.
fly in me face
fly on me head
fly in me face
fly on me head
well i hope de fly don’t come out and land on me head tonight
well i went out to de debate
and i’m feelin’ a little spaced
and i sit down at the stage desk and
a fly lands on me head
well de fly come down from de farm
you see he wait just off stage
when he hear that i’m telling a lot of bull
de fly land on me head
fly on me head
fly on me head
well i hope de fly he don’t come out
and land on me head tonight
de fly he like foul things
all the children know that
what i need to know from de lord
is how you get de truth from liars
they say liars never win
and truth will show all sins
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sympathetic resonance…
If only more people could have the hearts of poets.
words
and
wine
both flowing
ink
fills the pages
as
wine
fills the minds
two young poets
listening
to
miles
kind of blue
free form verses
swaying
on the page
to
changing tempos
rocking
back and forth
then
soaring
in
solos
incongruent
syllables
exposing
hidden emotions
from
deep within
their souls
pain
anger
and
moments
of
love
all revealed
in
a few stanzas
before
life interrupts
abstruse omissions…
Nothing has changed. It needs to for our country to fulfill its promise.
i am
the empty space
between
enslavement
and
freedom
the chasms
between
what
was
promised
and
what came
to
pass
foolish dreams
from
an ignored
lover
of
freedom
who sees
nothing more
than
redefined moments
of
forgotten stories
of
the true founders
of
this nation
hidden
between
the printed lines
of
history books
written
in
the invisible blood
of
those enslaved
whose
undiscovered
mass graves
are concealed
by
the blank spaces
between
the lines
of
lies
your eyes
should tread
carefully
through
those spaces
so
as not
to
disturb
the
dead
for
seeing
what lies
beneath
the surface
of
this nation’s myths
could
make you
shed
tears
of
shame
nyctophobia…
He does it again. With words and thoughts I could not conjure.
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