manuscript editing…

if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books

gravestone rubbings…

butcher paper
and
chalk
tombstone inscriptions
abbreviated history
of a nation’s
inhumanity
and
the forgotten dreams
of
freedom

the road to pain…

with
stones of doubt
stuffed
into a backpack
the journey
begins
emotions
on
uneven footing
at first
there’s
a willingness
to
step over
shattered expectations
then
comes
compromising
on
the path
to
be taken
traveling
in
darkness
instead
of
the light
small clearings
from
chaos
give a false sense
of
hope
but
soon
brambles
of
hate and injustice
narrow
the aimless course
days
become nights
nights
become sadness
sadness
becomes
an eternity

 

promo codes available…

non random acts
of
violence
are framed
by
the government
as
the exception
to
policy
such
unconstitutional behavior
would
of
course
not be tolerated
by
the
senate
but
in this instance
for
national security reasons
all semblance
of
humanity
and
logic
had
to be
eliminated
and
although
national security
is
currently
at
flood stage
or
perhaps beyond
that
level
national security
excuses
continue
to
flow
oh
by the way
waders
are currently
on sale
at
gear chase

 

passages #4….

mother’s rape child born
state court denies the charges
smiling rapist leaves
young mother so unprepared
state pays for her unmarked grave

posca…

Modified Justice Statue Iran:
From Wikimedia Commons

empty pages
embossed
with
invisible ink
pages
that
blisters
when
hate’s heat
of
reality
is applied
and
another mother’s son
lies bleeding
along
a city street
warm blood
fuels
the fires
so
the words
no justice
appears
upon
the page

hobo art – #4

once
dreamers
stood tall
and
waded
through
the troubled waters
of hate
and
despair
now
they crawl
through cold waters
trying
to avoid
the justified murders
of
hopes

afterthought #4…

if you turn your back
let it be to those who kill
without a just cause

hand washing…

words
overheard
it was
her choice
now
she lies
blooded
and
he
across the border
she should’ve left him
but
what about
their children
it was
her
choice
a chorus
of indifference
repeated
as if
guilt
will be lifted
if said
often enough
the officer
waits
for the coroner
it is
his
choice