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…

sirens'song

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…

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

medina walls….

framed photos
of children
lining the walls
of the old city
names whispered
in prayers
prayers offered
in behalf of a life
a life torn
from a mother’s womb
placed upon war’s altar
as a sacrifice
to intolerance
but like the sands
of the sahara
the names shift
forming the pillars
of resistance
that cannot be
destoryed
or moved
from within
the living
memory
of humanity
or anyone
with
a
soul