ain’t your…

since we know
you have
a short
little
attention span
we’ll start
with
the bottom line
we ain’t
your
anything
i
ain’t your brother
and
she
ain’t your sister
i
ain’t no pimp
and
she
ain’t no whore
i
ain’t on unemployment
and
she
ain’t on welfare
i
ain’t waiting for salvation
and
she ain’t waiting on you
i
ain’t like your pedophile president
and
she ain’t like his playboy reject
i
ain’t gonna shuffle
and
she
ain’t gonna shake it
i
ain’t hateful
and
she
ain’t fearful
we could go on
but
i think
even
you
can grasp
we
ain’t
your anything

to whom it may concern…

do not
lay me down
into the frozen ground
where bones
become
as cold
as winter’s breath
no
cast my ashes
into the wind
that i might sail
free
to lands
i’ve never seen
nor
pondered
upon
and
if
there be
no
breeze
then
pour me
into the sea
to catch
a current
to those
childhood treasures
seen upon
the silver screen
but
whatever course
i must take
let me not
stay here
buried
with human fears
in a land
where chains
are wrapped around
each person’s thoughts
thoughts
that bind them
to
their savage past

the cube…

at first
i was unaware
of
its existence
my universe
seemed
endless
filled
with
colorful nebulae
but
all too soon
the black and white
ceiling and walls
came into view
what
i thought
was
freedom
was
no more than
an elaborate cage
where
each passageway
lead to another enclosure
like
stages of life
where
opportunities
appear to be viable
but
the black & white veins
of
each
soon revealed
the outline
of
the next cube
and
the limits
it
imposed upon me
as
i’ve grown older
i’ve learned
to avoid
the more fatal traps
that
have taken the lives
of
others
i’ve seen
on my journeys
outside
of my
designated cube
i’ve also
learned
how to survive
on my own
not
depending on the myth
of
equality
so now
i rest
my feet
firmly planted
on
the floor
of life
that no doubt
will soon
give
way

senate votes for the unqualified…

along party-lines
sheep stroll into the wolf’s trap
greed’s the only bait