Month: March 2024

An Example

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©. Mar. 28, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

Fatigue is visited

From a reflection in the water.

Ample room is in a bag,

Which has survival equipment.

Ambling to the lighthouse,

You can see a water tower.

This looks like a place where you can go,

But it does not exist,

You like black roses,

But you did not say you like dead flowers.

Starting fires with kindness is oldness,

But o’, if you insist.

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Broken promises came from the dead

And woken to provoke.

You’ve built structures that creatures

Tried to knock down, banning you from.

Humidity and humility

Is strong like a heatstroke.

You will live to see a nepotist

Who hates that you’re alive,

Live to see a communist

Knowing they have blood on their hands,

And live to influence

Despite your appearance and crash dive.

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Like wanting forever to take five,

Zero high-fives are here.

Tension rises and the towers are no more

Than handmade sculptures.

You hear rattling change and smell dinner,

But it’s you, they fear.

Watching onlookers hold hands

While nobody listens to you

Because some of the creatures

Are still on leashes, bewildered.

Cast the creatures out

And you still have to pray for yourself too!

Nobody wants to be an example.

Somebody has to be an example.

Hours to Summarize

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©. Mar. 20. 2024. All Rights Reserved.

How I know that I’m giftable,

But considered replaceable.

I can sit down in one position

Until my buttocks hurt

And I know that each day

My property is confiscable.

If I’m to dress up, you’re going to see me

Wear a black shirt.

Sometimes, I would like to grow

An Afro, but I shave instead.

I’m not buying a wig

Or shaking a 500 pound hand.

Talks drain my energy

Like I’m punch drunk and everything’s red.

I’m bald headed and that could be

A style you don’t understand.

I think that I would like ocean blue eyes,

Even though I’m black.

My flair could be underrated

If I could buy what I want.

If the air is overrated,

I’m a pyromaniac.

I have an astigmatism

And maybe I seem nonchalant.

I prayed to God for you

As soon as possible like water,

But I wanted you purified,

As I would be purified.

Holiness would be from God

And not a man, nor a monster.

I do not need you like a song

With every language applied.

I’m starting to feel like

I do not like music every day.

The cost of beef is free in rap,

But I’ll take frozen hot wings

And rock is mocked,

So you are not hardwired for me anyway.

I should eat veggies instead of red meat

And their hues have kings.

I could be sitting on comforters

Inside of wrapping paper.

I could be sitting in indoor swing chairs

And outdoor nightmares.

Rebuking nightmares and naysayers

With eye-stares, I prefer.

I prefer fairness and promises

Oddly in rocking chairs.

I think I’m anxious at times,

Overthinking about pro-life.

I’ve watched my future and lost my childhood

And now, it’s nowness.

I’m part of the bride of Christ,

But don’t want someone like Lot’s wife.

I used to be awestruck by actors,

But this is real like stress.

Relinquish your sugar bombs

And disrupt the mainstream music.

Even couch potatoes can be successful

At what they do,

Searching for work,

Recording their voices with a profile pic,

And being rejected by thousands

Of companies they view.

I don’t have brain fog

Because I don’t have to keep up with lies,

But I do have to keep up with the lies

Of other people,

Prepared to lie on me

And wanting acceptance in disguise.

My life story can take many hours

For me to summarize.

Make The Pain Make-belief

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©. Mar. 13, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

Angry like an entire country

On the terrorist watch list,

Millions of people cannot resist

To tell you how you feel.

How are you going to tell them

How they feel or if they feel

Like you felt your birthplace

And watched soldiers through two-way mirrors.

Angry like broken seashells

On a first-time vibrant nightlife,

Pulsating hearts that are too short

For brand new roller coasters,

Listening to sound mirrors,

But are teased by roller coasters.

Are you one-dimensional,

Supervised by politicians?

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

It’s a coincidence that the countries

Look like vandalism

And the delicacies are smeared,

Slit, and smoldered once again.

Opulent opinions cannot stop

Hidden tanks again.

Someone with skin and bones

Want to compromise with the devil.

Anger spares nobody like the nice guy

Ignoring your past.

You’ll find it at a whispering gallery

When the doors lock.

It’s thought to have 30-inch arms,

Waiting for the doors to lock,

But it’s permissibly invisible,

Waiting to erupt.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Make the pain make-belief.

Make my name make you peace.

Show them how much anger

That you have stored up that’s make-belief.

Tame the madmen with shackles

And the millions share blank stares?

Your teeth are held captive

Trying to be like them, then there’s stares.

You’re angry because they’re angry,

Therefore your blood is pumping.

You’ve heard soldiers stomping on their heads

And they want you silent,

But before your demise,

Will you have a high pain tolerance?

Leave them with a make-belief pain

If it means their tolerance.

You can’t help everyone

Because someone’s trying to harm you.

Pillaging Palestine

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©. Mar. 4, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

What I’m trying to understand

About the Israel-Hamas war

Is why are they fighting over East Jerusalem?

East Jerusalem

Is supposedly sacred

To Christians, Muslims, and Jews.

Palestinians want East Jerusalem

To be the capital of

Their state.

Israel wants Jerusalem

As the capital,

But are victims on the news.

The oohs and aahs parade around

Bloody handcuffs

Tightened enough for boo-boos.

I was born a pacifist

With a passion

That won’t attack the innocent.

That includes the innocent children

In Israel,

Where they love the Holy Land.

The U.S. provides billions

In military aid

To Israel every year.

A capital is a title

That you are willing

To end your life over?

I don’t care if you’re

From the East or West;

Prove to me that you’re Holy people.

By your fruits, you’re going North or South,

But the devils

Continue throwing stones.

I don’t think you come in peace,

But broken pieces

To claim that we’re unequal.

Children should listen

To their parents for wisdom,

But if their parents hate God,

They should listen to God,

Though there’s many people

That will say that they’re chosen.

They get older and married,

Then the wife submits to the husband

Out of love.

She’s not struck in the ear

While using q-tips

Because they’re whole and born again.

While you want to do nothing,

They’re pillaging Palestine.

While you want to do nothing,

They’re pillaging Palestine.

Your silence could be

A way of saying

“Pray for me” and I will pray for you.

Have mercy on you

And have mercy on the ones

Under hermetic closure,

Lacking access to medical supplies,

And food and water,

But do you care?

They receive electricity

Periodically and there,

Things differ.

I know you can’t fathom

How it feels to be under

A 16 year blockade,

Prior to the expanded siege,

But say something

Before it happens to you.

Say something now

Before your loved ones lose fuel

And the troops refuse to cease-fire.

Say something

And they’re ready to hunt you,

But say something against the worldview

If it means to say what is right

Because where you roam

Should not be restricted.

What if your children was bombed

For ethnic cleansing

And Americans cheered it?

Israel intentionally starved Gaza;

Homelessness does not

Have to proceed

Because a life outside of Israel

Does not seem too bad,

But a good habit.

Try to take action with love

And love is missing in action

Until you rise.

Jihad is concerning

Like the buildings are burning

And humans are slaughtered.

When you find food to consume,

The troops will shoot you,

And the crowd will trample you.

Let’s live by the world’s standards

And just smile today

Because who could be bothered?

While you want to do nothing,

They’re pillaging Palestine.

While you want to do nothing,

They’re pillaging Palestine.

Before You Fall Asleep To This Poem

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©. Mar. 3, 2024. All Rights Reserved.

Marinate my mouth with wet words

That’s dreamt of.

You can blow me off,

Then you can blow me up.

Blow me further

Than the windswept birds in love

For I’m a light sleeper,

Hearing things afar.

I’ve blocked my mother

On social media

And I feel like my best friend’s

A storm chaser,

Reporting the breaking news

In India

When I was watching

Overnight finales.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

“Do tornadoes ever hit

The news network?”

Why are news reporters

Outside on TV

During tornado warnings,

When jobs, I’d shirk?

Dear news reporters,

Your jobs will replace you.

Confined in my home,

I’ll find my sustenance,

Reading about coupes,

But cannot afford one.

Like browsing the internet

With zero cents.

I used up all

Of my digital money.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

I’m the happiest owner

Of diddly-squat.

I land a job

And someone inboxes me,

Wanting to know everything

As if I’m hot,

Confused as if there’s foot washing

In heaven.

She insists to exchange

Cell phone numbers.

This task did not take

A rocket scientist.

I could spend days not enjoying

My slumbers,

Waking up at 2:00 A.M.

To text my love.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

Before you air kiss me,

I think you should know

That my gums bleed

Whenever I brush my teeth.

Hey, you can call me

Before it’s time to go.

I like texting too,

But can video chat.

My dad thinks

I should join the military,

But brought up

How soldiers are getting gunned down.

How’s it on your rooftop deck

In Missouri?

If you’re a cheater,

Save me the misery.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

You could even be

A serial killer

But your prayers could take me

Out of hospice.

Thank you for understanding

I’m a healer.

I’m not dying,

But you take my breath away.

You’re a model,

Helping me study for school,

Working hard

To get my Bachelor’s Degree.

I’m a working progress,

Strong like a footstool,

I have

An undergraduate accomplishment.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

Why are you asking me

For money today?

Do you still want to talk

Over the cell phone?

You’re a hairy catfish

Waiting to betray

Like you have bail money

And don’t release me.

I’m self-destructing

Before the tornado

Arrives at

The predicted destination.

All you can think about

Is money, so go.

My halo will not go

All thanks to the earth.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

I’m not exalted

On your things to-do list,

But you should know,

I was invigorated.

The facade you wear

Is what makes you dismissed,

You don’t exist

And I try to undo you

From the hours that were once ours

Full of Ahas,

When I would drag the sunset

With my bare hands

For a passion that I felt

Has a good cause.

You stimulated

My interest before.

Before you fall asleep to this poem,

You don’t have to care about this poem.

Better than dying

Surrounded by women,

You’re asking for money

That’s in smithereens.

All I have to do

Is leave my heart open.

I guess the news lied

About the tornado.

Like my kingdom partner’s

In a tornado

In another state,

I’ve wasted time on you.

You’ve snatched the typos

Out of my thoughts that grow.

Guess who does not care

Who is a nervous wreck?