Choose
You took a life today, without warning
Your pain runs deep within the blood
The blood shed does not lift a lie
To a life that had meaning, to so many
But one life was it’s undoing
We are selfish creatures that hold high a gun,
that does not tell the true story
The pain that is felt by everyone, comes from all of us
We foster the pain
We foster the gun
We foster the lie of our undoing
Shall we hold court?
Burying them one by one
So entangled with everyone
We are creatures that live life without a bottom
Shall we be creatures that take a life
and quietly move forward?
Believing that one life should be enough,
or believing that one life is not enough
We have a choice…
So go take heed, and cast away
But be forewarned
Actions taken… May come without warning
The Forbidden Question
How close do things need to get? Before we see? When that fine line, bears too many regrets And the second right to amend, Balances on the dead
A belief, an awakening That freedom comes always with a debt, and a chain A chain that is far to heavy to carry now To ask the forbidden, enlight of hope I shall step off the line, bear no repent And ask…
“Does freedom need to be chained to a gun?” “And a sinner to ask the forbidden?” I guess we shall see… How long the silence will be
Published Saturday May 1st, 2021
Not Enough
Have we had enough? Had our fill? Rummaging through the dirt Trying to save a voice, a light But future voices silenced today, and present voices silence brings
While others take center stage To calm the breeze, the wind That will break the silence, that future brings To go the distance, there is no end To lay upon a silent path Just voices, and more voices, silenced
Voices buried on a path Where others take center stage, to protect a right That brings tears to surface, and we dig the graves The dirt that paves a path, that gives life to trees Trees that boarder a path, that keeps the silence
And we, bearing lives as trees Trees that weep tears and lay flowers To comfort the silence, and remember the dead Tears that muddy a path…that cannot bear trees Given to mud that washes the dirt But still a breeze needs to be broken, to bring about the wind, that can bring down trees, destroying a path And immortalizing the dead, so not in vain
So look up, then bear the look down Where the innocent lie and make a SCREAM! To end the silence, and bring about the wind Destroying a path That does not deserve the right—Of Silence!
Tears are not enough, tears not enough
(Enlight: The first amendment is stronger than the second, that’s why it’s first)
Published Tuesday May 24th, 2022
The Dead
I watch them tinker with words and lines
I see their faces search for answers,
the answers they have;
they can not speak
They would be dead on arrival
I want to help them, reach for them
Guide them to be free;
from such restraints placed on them
I want to slap them back into life, because I hate what they have become
Do they not know that they are dead?
And to what fate lies ahead?
I would cry out for them, but they cannot hear me
Even in their representation;
they cannot see me
They are dead, and they do not know it
Where they lie their head is compromised Based on stories and principles; that lie in ritual compliance,
and rights that are claimed by the dead
No they do not know they are dead,
and the living hang in the balance
Adhered to the dead, and their resurrection But how can that be?
The rights that were claimed…were claimed by them, to leave it for others…the cause?
But wait… I can see through every word No glorious halo, or pen Buried in unsung truth, and the peril of apathy Coming too close…I am not dead
They are dead! And they do not know it!
Speak, hear…see me?
represent me…I am not dead…
But I can see through me, every bit my apathy, and I need to rise We need to rise Rise up from the dead!
And see what has become
And to Hell with them!
Because soon the living will know,
that they do not know they are dead
The Dragon
On an endless path; where heather gives way and trees fall for grace, linked by love The dragon pulled down, and chained No thought to once was; the beauty of a dragon, to be her own
Who knew that seeds in the womb, could cause such fire, from darkened black holes Holding secrets as truth, and nearby pleasure, In chaining the dragon and demanding the fruit A pawn disguised as truth Dyed in the wool a long time ago, still weighs heavy and true
The keeper will never know the anguish, and deceit Never to be a dragon that falls at thy feet Falling not for duty or love, but from punishing weight Chains that belie black holes; surrounded by heavenly cherubs of faith, as if to know her truth Faceless and nameless Guarding every dark hole Cherubs turn in fright, from a dragon chained, bound to the floor Light cannot escape guarded cherubs of faith
What the keeper gives, to force the dragon to bear fruit It darkens the soul, and blackens the fruit As long as chains remain on talons and snout A fire extinguished from such beautiful light A pawn draped in beauty, but not free From cherubs that guard black holes, and chained feet If only she knew her strength, and embraced a turbulent past of fate That once brought a brief period of thought Away from chains, guarded cherubs, and dark souls But men fear So chains put into place, to a giver of life Fruit not meant to be yours, and chained to the floor
If only she knew her strength Please rise sweet dragon Feel the fire that lights the soul, without cherubs guarding faithful black holes Fruit is bore better, when not chained to the floor Rise sweet dragon, and know thy strength Not to be feared, but to enlighten, to liberate Embrace a turbulent presence A breath of a fire, shattering given illusion Chains only remain with broken spirit Guarded by cherubs and ugly dark souls Rise sweet dragon, and know thy Place Born souls are wasted if not made whole Rise sweet dragon, and Gather Thy Strength!
My Front Porch
Shared a path Once thought true With less time known Thought two could sit on my front porch As many as could hold And ponder events To keep you close enough To know your name With every decision made But rage came rough and cruel Looking into the prevalence, thee eyes I cannot see what once was Clean and sought true Beyond the land My front porch There are no bounties now Pride fueled by rage And destruction sought true For a bit a truth and buried land And maybe a little food Depends on the intentions of truth, and the crime A look around and a look away Seeing the world through eyes of hope And where to end fate As mankind goes astray Never prepared for clean hands and bitter rage With a cup of truth and little land But maybe by the Sea With empty bowls of lost truth Seeking my front porch To ponder the thought, and truth Where peace once laid, now falls That what lights up the sky Nothing true but the melting ice Death of mankind Comes from with a whimper of silence And lost sight, bound to take flight Knowing it’s advantage Pondering on the front porch Hope for life beyond it I cannot relish in a poem that speaks the truth Just paper that tears up life When given to what leads But does not bear it’s life A view of Hell at present day I cannot eliminate A name with cruel fate But I will look to the sky From my front porch To see beauty in destruction Because it weeps of hope That what is left behind Is what happens to life It springs from beauty That illuminates the sky I shall not run from destruction of hope That which colors the sky Releasing every bit of fate, for now What did you say your name was? I do not know the name of once was, two and many Who to produce the fall? And eliminate sight? Wait…let me guess As I watch the brilliant light That bleeds of hope From my front porch Which illuminates the sky
Before
Look around Sterile and clean No death No hurt No starvation or ruin No matter, transformation, or struggle Not a place to live a life, Not true to form Preferring the mud, and all that proceeds it, life in all forms But hate the bitter truth That life is not meant to be lived, but learned And I step off with tears You will see me coming, as I look back with a pause And transformation present No beginning or end And I will step off, Before you see me coming
Pretty with Words
Such beautiful creatures Pillage life on words, that wage underneath us
We are guilty of murder
War to words Words to war Thick upon skin
Words bounced around, as if they knew
But we know what is left
When quick with a sword Gave everyone the showing, before the death
Kudos to you, to plan such an event
For someone too weak, to wield such a sword
Welcoming your words Work that tongue, file it away Kudos to you Figuring out how to wage, with a slash of a word, the mighty key Silence if a gift
The attrition done Enlightenment, or death Cause, or hinder Pretty words lay in wake, For others to invite To pillage away with messages hidden, behind flowers thrown at thy feet Those pretty words, I love to hate To fire pretty words, that not yield to guns or shields The love of breath, the kill A pause before… No, wield away Cut deep, better than a thorn
A soul of pretty words weaved, And a web of words released To lay in wake, to assist In cause, or death Spin those pretty words Don’t stop to take heed, or select When only carnage left… Not so pretty? Or beauty in wake?
Sorrow in words, Weave such marvels webs Feel it think upon skin As thick as truth that bares a ruse Hiding behind pretty words Go ahead, give them away And me? I have nothing to say I was damned when I spoke, and threw them away
The Hunter
The Hunter comes into bold view, With a weapon sharper than a blade, no gun does yield It wheels to the hurtful ignorant hue, And declares justice for such a brilliant tool, And to claim Victory to the ignorant hurtful hue, Stalking every bit with camouflage, that will ignite the hue
And the hunter knows the bait He is skilled at hunting, knowing fate To what would bring about such a blade Even to kill a few innocent, in short hunt Just to capture the view, of The Ignorant Stupid Hurtful Hue!
The Hue is now dammed Punished by all that catch the view Righteousness tramples on every Hue, No matter the cost, that comes forth; the Beast was caught And the Hunter now proudly displays the view And the captured Ignorant Stupid Hated Hurtful Hue, now sits judged by every view, And dies a slow death, and righteously slew, from Hunter to Hue
Devour
Devour, say it is good
Choking on the bones,
and the salt that is spilled
Eating, not hungry
Eating, when starving…
but to say not full Entombed in the belly All that is good
All that is spoiled, laundered
To hide and misplace
Words coming up, once hidden Rotten to the core, not absorbed
Now damn by the nature, stench and release Tring to forsake
Hiding the belly and wearing the waste
Garbage, belched and released The wasting of words, upon the plate Go ahead, hide them away But be weary The belly that hides does not forgive And to all a good taste
Dame the nature to ware such waste
But not alarmed from words released
Life is good Eat up
Devour what thought yours Starve the living, prepare the meek
The fabulous feast
Within the belly, the beast
Than spill the salt, and choke on the waste The starving and weak, wait in the corners Hang on every word To come up from the belly, the beast
But who to decide? Hungry or starving?
Denial is a charmed life The beast within the belly,
Quenching the appetite, choking on the bones
Devouring what needs to be saved
Truth does lie in the nature
War, killing, greed,
and rejoice
Integrity, empathy, honesty, and disgrace
Sacrificed, for the good of prosperity Like a lamb to slaughter Preparing the feast Forgetting that war is waged On the feast of words, That come up from the belly
All hail the feast! Paying the bill, inheriting the waste Such frivolous taste
Devour, claim it to be ours In the name of the Lord, Profit and King To life that hangs on hallow words, That come up from the belly Searching for a landing of believers That search for a Lord, that comes back to seed Believing there is bounty Yet seeking only shadows
So sit back, watch the glory Choking on the bones And the salt that is spilled, the leftovers Leaders of Leaders Lords of Lords Kings of Kings And Liars of Liars The Beast is in the nature To destroy and devour
So plant the garden, and sow the seeds Get the plow, and suit the dead To stomach the truth, that feeds the mass Words to spare, be careful when done God is watching The nature, the worship To what not spared So all hail the Feast! And come forward to claim But be weary… The meek still have to decide Whether to feed the beast, and to claim the words As Profit, Lord and King
Life
Photographs of life
Time has meaning
So precious, so still
Life captured in all its form
So beautiful
Captured to remember
That which once was mine, was still
The beauty, the time
They are forever within my slate, never grey
Colors speak of time remembered, released
Cherished, longing for forever But soon to fade, and time changed to be unknown
Disregard is fate, what was cherished Now tossed away
Not worth the love, devotion
The beauty, the time When time spoke Whispers, of joy and pain
Eventually knowing their fate, and even that will be tossed away
Memories forgotten Time not remembered, but released
But what of love? Love that is instilled in life
Not so easily tossed away? For I still have hope for life
Even if I don’t have hope, for humanity
To Life, and love
Life stops for no one It does not lay and wait Even when humanity is dead and gone And our rot washed-up upon the shores Don’t expect remorse or a Savior From life, and it’s forward creator Our death reeks of hope For life that stops for no one
Us Against Them
Us against them But there is no us Only them Us reigns when undivided, by countries, color and religion When all are as human Until then we are them Them who fight For selfish unforgiving causes Them that hold flags of hope, that lay upon dead bodies Bodies that once were them Children into soldiers Fight for hope that rots on them Them who do not know Or could not even imagine, us Us is like peace It has never become conscious Buried under filth, and the stench of righteousness Us never seeing the light of day Never tasted in life, or awakened So go raise flags upon dead bodies Call it freedom, peace or hope Call it what you will, trying to reign it in as us
It still stinks of death, principle and just Peace only comes for them in death Bodies thrown on a pile of moral hope That defend different flags and religious just And in all humanity Relying on them, and not us Frightening even the strongest of them Us lies where peace awakens Never released and forgotten, to what becomes…
Without Merit
Behind something without merit
Morals and reason thrown to Hell Counties make rules that demand the dead
Heaven makes rules that foster the dead And I am reprehensible? I am here to collect
Man’s Fate
A man’s tale Born from a Mother To reap rewards That where not intended And the world crumbles, from his intensions To wonder how far to go, when nothing left But regret, and love
The Golden Rule
One Race under God
In all there is only one,
to divide up
It’s in our blood,
shed for every nation
So now we will have to unlearn
How not to spill,
but to drink it up
Bewildered
Decadence Fame for glory Beauty for the beast Lays upon the weak Gold for dirt Celebrated Deception lays upon the meek I am filthy Lay me down To understand and change What lays upon me A cause, a cure Bewildered Far from beauty, I represent the beast
The Henchman
The henchman is spilling truth,
but blinded by past retribution
He seeks the truth, but has plagues
Has lacks in resilience,
to deliver such a blow
It’s not believable
The wolf has spoke, cried too soon
Now we live with the henchmen, And the retribution
Enlightenment to truth, to seek…now sought
Now bathes in fill,
to fill the spot
Judgement,
Reckoning,
Faithful followers, Twenty-four hours,
The henchman’s sword is quick, precise
Now trails behind, the end No…twenty-four hours
Drowned by the henchman’s truths, fill, and retribution, and not to forget contribution
Did you say chivalry?
Dead? Still alive?
Well just ask the henchman,
he seeks the path
Keeps trying for truth—with contribution
A debt to be paid to the henchmen That wants to bare truth, given illusion, that slashes with contribution A price that needs to be paid,
to the henchmen
A Standstill
Do you know? What is right? Are you for sure? Do I stand alone?
Do I run with the flag?
Standing still
I feel your presence, your judgement,
your release of pain
Standing still
Are you for sure?
Because I cannot run,
stopped to take heed
Do we let one fall?
To take up a fight? A cause?
Damn that 10%!
They damn us all
Damn that 10%!
Kill them all!
Is that right?
To rise up? When one will fall? Standing still, stopped to take heed
A fight or a cause? Neither a win, The 10% know the fall
Wait! Override! Stopped to take heed, A reach! A try! Too hard to embrace? A standstill
I’m Here!
“I’m here!”
I’ve always been here
You should have noticed
You should have of paid attention
To all the sorrow
and underlying resentment
That has been collecting
Only to spill over,
blisters on my hands
You should have not ignored…
Past dues,
Forgiveness The anticipation of ignorance, Bliss
So easy to ignore,
When not in the thick of it
So easily blind,
When sight is from one side
You should have noticed!
You should have paid attention!
Ignorance is bliss, and relentless A cry for God—forgiveness Then clarity shows up “I’m here!”
Dancing on Eggshells
Dancing on eggshells Too afraid? To sin or protest? One can have a mighty bite with a pen But fear carries a heavy weight, breaks the eggs
And to what of the break, that thunders under my feet, or of the pen; seeping carefully through your skin Nothing too fearful to be afraid To sin or protest? To be backed into a corner, and dare not to walk, but to dance
(Enlight: If you want to walk on eggs shells, you have to illuminate, ignite)
First Amendment
Damn that First Amendment!
That double-edged sword
So frightening,
when words are not adored
Better to believe,
then not give a fuck?
Damn that double-edged sword
Damn to Hell your right to fuck!
Do I have meaning?
I’m I adored?
Damn to Hell my right to fuck!
A modest farewell, last rites
What side of the blade,
shall lay a new born?
Ahhhh, you do give a fuck
Go ahead Take a turn, a role in the muck Ahhhh, to not give a fuck
Damn Beautiful Bastard
You damn beautiful bastard Come to raise the flag, and show face What learned does not show grace, Thought that does not bare weight
To carry a weight disturbs the breeze, to the rage already in place Seeds were planted, and you retrieved
I tried to relieve you from the fields You damn beautiful bastard, Gathering up what I tilled, retrieving what was planted Far more buried then what was true
Breathing in the water, does not extinguish the flames What does rot, does not lend a hand To live life within the mud, the sand Gradually slipping away
You damn beautiful bastard Grateful for placing my feet within the earth But what was planted is now whole, and turned to run like Hell, tripped up
Words gathered can be disgraced Walk the line — keep the furrow in place You damn beautiful bastard, you have no idea what lies beneath the dirt
Heartless
The call of death Sadness, betrayal, regret
Medical, Emotional,
Rage, Distress, Does hear a folly of death
Does it count? If not struggled, but bared in it Too long Heard the call of death Systemic, drowning in it
Taking ones last breath
Death hurts, rages with it Turning heads, but not away from it Mark your doors Heed the call The call of death Always a plight, Now a cry, A plea, mercy
Shhhh
Kneeling with purpose,
Two reels of rhythm
So we have come to this…
A paper bag
Don’t want to burst the shit?
Shhhh, do it quietly
Do it peacefully
Breath taken
Creeping in,
filling every crack
Hell has frozen over,
calling back
They want us to eat shit,
Do it with dignity
Shhhh, do it quietly,
but we have waited
Shhhh, I told you
Do it quickly, do it quietly
Do it without the name of God
Hell has frozen over,
No holds barred
“Shhhh, do it quietly”,
said the man with the gun
So it has become
Well I’m going with it!
”And Shhhh to Hell”,
said the man without
For no welcome ever becoming, quietly
The Female Plight: No response, just listen
A girl into a women, and no relief A flight backwards, to put soot on the soul, And I walk away, and walk in Christ on my heels, and meant to be awaken Faces show the way around, Into and through… the backdoor Looking for a girl, a women, a man, and finding only religion As my body shines like a beckon of light, without the right to decide A Look back for freedom, a dreadful flight
Yet shackles still hide, from behind tearful plights A look forward…with no decision of my own And shackles still hide and bind…every girl, women and child, except the unborn, Where souls go to free shackles, as if it’s their right…their plight Regardless of innocence, that lays on every body, My fight with religion; that judges the rights of the unborn, and I am torn
Women with babies…out of wedlock And men who lay upon dead bodies, sworn not to be born But soothed in courts, That they born, righteously And praying to God to find my soul, no option What’s left of a women, and child, To be cast to own both And Christ on my heels… Damn you religion, to cast such a shadow Looking inside, and upright to be born No one can enter the womb, with prayers… and I am torn
Freedom comes from within…a cost and a court And with blinded eyes that fear my breath, and I fear the wrath, Not from above, or a right But from what’s left, from after… the dragon decides To enlighten and take flight A shameful blood bath to own, in killing when not born
So no excuses when claiming a right, To an unfair slaughter, off to the right A perceived heroism in protecting the unborn, While claiming a second right that slaughters the born, and Christ on my heels… and I am torn
Upside Down
Upside down
In distress
In change
Can you feel it?
Can you define it?
Unrest
Flags have meaning, to them
To show face When down To right-about Disgraced
To put pain, to change But only felt, when down
And we are down Message received To misguided, upside down Turmoil too great
Now flags
No Meaning To be determined
Forward charge, to change
Time has come
Time is now
Undefined, change
It’s about time
Thank God! Thank God? Thank God…
2020-2024