an incomplete life…

the empty spaces
wedged between your dreams are fears
forced in by others

 

graven images…

no-graven-images

the
dead
are not buried
the rotting corpse
of
their ideas
moves
among us
you can
smell
the stench
of
their hatred
and
feel
their ignorance’s
foul breath
on the face
of lady liberty
these
are
azazel’s soldiers
holding
high
the black flag
of
oppression
those
who dare
to
speak
of
human rights
are
challenged
without reason
nor
any other purpose
than
for
personal gain
my words
are
not new
but
are mere
echos
of words
of
warning
heard
throughout
history

metamorphosis of a being…

metamorphosis of a being

for decades
they were
enclosed
in oppression’s cocoon
wings
folded tight
against their frame
not knowing
that
the silken veils
of promises
for the meek
were spun
to hold them
in place
but
one day
the threads
were slashed
with knowledge
and
they unfolded
their wings
seeing the colors
of freedom
and
taking flight
they could see
beyond
their fears
into dreams

homicide by suffocation..

homicide by suffocation

made desperate by greed
hopeless souls enter death’s door
entering freely

longing just to breath
freedom’s pure poisonless air
the breath of their god

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401k dust bin blues…

401k dust bin blues

standing on a box
near the campus green
the brown bag prophet
said
this new revolution
ain’t about
your
corporate shares
nor
how damn dry
your martini
is going to be
this
revolution
is about
people like me
the faces
you see
out of the corner
of your eyes
as you spread
suzy creamcheese
on your morning bagel
this revolution
is about
interrupting
your endless coffee high
at your favorite shop
serving
an imported brew
of oppressed sweat
and hopelessness
this revolution
will be ’bout
keeping you from
overdosing
on the society pages
that have preoccupied
your fictional existence
but
this revolution
will
not
offer you
some damn 10-step program
to save you from
post traumatic humanity disorder
this time
you’ll be all
on your own
so
sit back
and
watch
the untouchables
drink from your
favorite cup
tasting for the first time
the social lies
embedded in history
and
refusing to add
the sugary hemlock
of distorted education
an education
where a slave trader
has been immortalized
as the father
of two continents
this revolution
is about
erasing such names
leaving them
lying naked
for all to see
like the women
they gave away
as door prizes
to their crew
and baby
this revolution
will not be
the night
you planned
not
a one nightstand
but
a marriage
with
consequences

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