like black elk…

crazy old woman001

all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence

 

 

a dream we had…

a dream we had...

for a brief
moment in time
we believed
the
dream
could come true
that
our words
could save lives
and
change
the course
of history
but
after all these years
we are still
counting bodies
from
war
and
seeing
women
denied
the rights
to
their own bodies
love
one another
is still
really
just
the lyrics
of
a song
sang
by
a few folks
sipping martinis
at
the club house
a sentimental relic
of
college days
days
when
some of us
watched
our friends
being dragged off
by
the police
some
never
the same person
once returned
from
captivity
some souls
are
perishable
war
rape
and
police batons
can do that they say
just as bullets
can end
life
and when
the white sheets
are replaced
by
dark uniforms
of
blue
or
black
the murders
are
made justifiable
lynchings
without
ropes
nothing has changed
but once
we had
dreams

 

 

the surest path…

the surest path

we were
given instructions
by
those we had entrusted
with
our nation
and
therefore
they were
the ones
charged to protect
not only
us
but also
all those
we
loved
so
we
followed
their directions
and
we moved towards
the gateway
to
our world’s future
but
the doorway
was
a mirage

not that person anymore…

not that person anymore

wide-eyed optimist
carrying bible
from
one high school class
to
the next
reading the text
in
study hall
even
believing
that freedom
was
obtainable
along
with
unobstructed success
if one
only puts forth
honest hard efforts
but now
i’m
a self-defined survivor
all grown up
with
a greater sense
of
my own history
and
its stages
of
delusion
and
foolish trust
so now
i’m
drained
of
milk and honey
and
filled
with
the liquid steel
of
reality
and
truth
what about you

preprogrammed…

impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated

 

winter does not end…

rusted shackles
remnants of enslavement
shackles reforged as ink pens
legal papers drafted
renaissance of bondage