memorial for a day…

memorial for a day

who shall we choose to be remembered
shall we recall all the lives dismembered
by wars that were built upon political lies 
or just honor those that battle myths engendered

 

 

 

 

decoding parental intent…

while a child prayed...

did you have that prayer before bed
where if i die before i wake was said 
was that telling us to celebrate each day
or some cruel parental messing with a child’s head

 

 

 

human sacrifice…

human sacrifice...

50 million dead
beheaded by politics
crime goes unpunished 
my sister’s ashes
were scattered upon the waves
she was a victim
victim of incompetence
how can we forget the dead
and those who failed this nation

 

 

 

call for justice…

call for justice... (1)

do not speak to us of justice
while this nation’s laws insult us
by justifying our assassination by police
there is nothing here but injustice

 

 

first impressions…

first impressions

childhood insecurities
lie dormant
deep
in the gray matter
of
adult consciousness
hidden even
from
those
recalled
memories of youth
until
an event
or
a few words
stumbled upon
by
a friend
or
lover
triggers
those old
suppressed emotions
bringing the soul
to
its knees
as
the conscious mind
realizes
it’s still
at the mercy
of
irrational doubts
about
self
and
even life
this epiphany
has driven
some
mad
others
take to their bed
but most
develop
hysterical blindness
to
the past
and
merely go about
their
daily routines
as if
they have
no fears
but
in the darkness
each shadow now
has a new voice
clearly heard
while others
sleep