embedded nightmares…

embedded nightmares

those
who oppress
others
know
that fear
is
just
soft clay
that
can be shaped
early in life
and
will last
a lifetime
once
hardened
by
time
and
humiliation
such
a simple
science
of
inhumanity
practiced
for
centuries
by
every
nation
on
earth
and
yet
the oppressed
never
figure
out
why
their nightmares
continue

zealots…

zealots

shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave

but one voice…

but one voice...

can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice

 

 

justifiable homicide…

justifiable homicide

biblically inspired
post-it notes
placed
on the pages
of
history
easily removed
and
replaced
to
fit
the occasion
and/or
the whims
of
men’s
greed

repeatedly raped…

repeatedly raped

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america

 

 

the grinding stone…

the grinding stone

western winds have subsided
death’s grinding stone lies idle
but as always hate’s winds will return
grinding racism will once again
turn innocent lives into funeral dust

republican voter suppression…

shadows of yesterday
lingering behind closed eyes
muted moments of life
held in fear‘s bondage
to make freedom unobtainable

triangle tattoos…

the hands
on
the old man’s watch
stopped
as
if
his fears
had entered
an inanimate object
he stared out
from
his apartment window
into
the darkness
memories
projected
onto
today
men
in black uniforms
herding people
into
the street
cursing each breath
they took
striking anyone
who resisted
the poor
the elderly
man or woman
it
made no difference
for
they were not seen
as
humans
but rather
the cause
of
a
sick nation
but now
he was
in
america
and
the scene
that
took place last night
must have been
a nightmare
for
this is
portland