germination…

in that time
after dreaming
and
before rising
when you feel
you’re
neither a child
nor
an adult
it’s in
those
moments
of
true solitude
the mind begins to evolve
transcending believing
seeing
what has been
concealed
by
human dogma
and
hate

 

 

 

corrosive…

ignorance requires
only a small catalyst
to destroy that which
took decades of sanity
to hewn from insanity

guess it doesn’t matter anymore…

once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice

fear #4…

pledges
of
allegiance
in pursuit
of 
singularity
whether
it be
religious
political
or
social ideas
have created
the greatest
nightmare
for all
those
covenant words
transform
even
the lambs
of
god
into
the hounds
of
hell
willing
to shred
even
the flesh
of
their own
offsprings
to feed
the lust
of
intolerance

 

 

the last arena gladiators…

battles have ended
the cheers from crowds have faded
needed no longer
to rein in social violence
since violence is everywhere

requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

the box…

 

carefully crafted
a perfect shape
each panel
polished
to perfection
reflecting all shades
of light
equally
so
nothing
can penetrate it
nor
alter
its core
with
such
purity
one would
assume
its contents
would serve
the greater good
but like
all
pure self-righteous hearts
it serves
only
itself

 

willing to face in his…

 

and
the judge
stood before a mirror
and
called for the defendant
to
stand
beside him
the judge
staring into the mirror
compared
each of their features
carefully
and
then
with a tone of voice
that was
incontestable
declared
you are
guilty
for
i see
my
beast
in you

 

i got this bad taste in my mouth…

the brown bag prophet
said
don’t you find
it interesting
that
the slave master mentality
is
alive
and
well
in the current
political campaign
anyone
of
color
or
gender
differences
from
the presumed
front-runner
is
the cause
of
what’s wrong
with this great nation
not
its sordid history
of
brutality
and
hate
no
it’s their fault
yep
those damn
sharecroppers of society
that
have provided
all the resources
that pay
for the politicos’
ignorant behaviors
makes
you feel
like
upchucking
all those lessons
of
personal freedoms
guaranteed
by
the constitution

life on a single dimension…

it’s all
so very clear
to you
how things
are
and
should be
no intersecting
lines of thought
to blur
your delusions
or
create some
distinct plane
perpendicular
to yours
there is but
one good
yours
there is but
one way
yours
there is but
one truth
yours
there is but
one god
yours
so
death
to others
is not only
expected
but
viewed as
proper
and
justified
on
your fading line
of
existence