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Give it to me straight,
not sugar-coated-
don’t hook me with bait
so unrelated
Revolution’s call;
new tyrants vetted-
a dictator’s words
are to be doubted
Skin-deep ministry
with insides hollow-
false shepherds which
the astray follow
A well-trodden path
so straight and narrow,
poisoned with hatred
and laced with sorrow
I may lay the blame
for lost condition
on institutions
of old tradition
Predisposed towards
pain and contrition-
the crushing force of
indoctrination.
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Literature
Write Me
counting the dust in the sunlight;
and dew drops on fallen leaves,
embrace the mist from waterfalls;
come name the stars with me.
forge your worries on sea shells;
go toss them near and far,
close the times of misses;
and dream for dreams that are.
Literature
If You're Going to Write a Poem
If you're going to write a poem,
stop hiding behind words like mine and personal.
Give it to the world, open ended-
tell them, "I made this for you,"
because you did, even if
you won't admit it.
Literature
Forget You
I just want to forget.
Forget your face,
Forget your smile,
Forget you.
But I know I can’t,
Because forgetting you,
Would be forgetting a part of me.
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History and personal experience has given me cause to question those who "control the narrative", so to speak.
The sixth poem in the deviantly-acclaimed "Loud Enough" collection.
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The sixth poem in the deviantly-acclaimed "Loud Enough" collection.
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Millennial MenThe world begins
with open eyes-
a generation
of blinded men
walk on this planet
born dead within
the sentences they speak
lack power and poise-
incomprehensible
in the hollow noise
no form befits them,
no light colors them,
no force compels them,
no movement blurs them-
they’re clear as infrared,
harmful as ultraviolet
and once their aging bodies
give way to nature,
the world won’t forget
such resounding failure
life means death,
so they’d much rather sleep
than grip faith
and take a desperate leap
the crowds won’t hide them,
the old won’t bide them,
the wind won’t ride them,
the truth won’t tide them-
they’re smooth as broken glass,
alive as thirsty crabgrass
to describe their home,
Death Valley is the name-
for the place they live
and from which illness came
the water is spent
on the wise, living cactus
and the faceless ones
are just as green envious
don’t spare them a penny,
don’t feed them a
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Future HistoryI close my eyes
and go back in time-
to bluer skies
in our prime
The days long past
tainted with regret-
life moves too fast
to forget
and I know that I won’t
let it happen
again…
I close my eyes
and give up my sight-
loosened my ties
to the fight
My former self
laid down his pitchfork-
on the bookshelf
for his work
and I know that I won’t
let it happen
again…
I found the pen
to be mightier-
the times I’ve been
a writer
Words yet to be
a completed thought-
future history
to be wrought
and I know that I won’t
let it happen
again…
The times I tried
would never take off-
I came to hide
and cast-off
I raise my head
up towards the stars-
drenched in red
from my scars
and I know that I won’t
let go of my
last chance…
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