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September 14, 2017

 

Nazis marched in the streets

armed with

fire flying flags flaunting

hatred that only fools

believe was defeated long ago.

Statues fall

humans grow

allegedly

but apparently

not yet.

Minds freed stood

in forces fighting

against a white sheet of invincible hate

the beliefs of an enemy capable

of surviving the test of all human existence.

Then he spoke words

eventually

words still so preposterously false

that ones with the ability to think clearly

are still puzzled trying to

process the propaganda

the ignorant rhetoric

spewed by an elected official

unfit to hit spell check

let alone lead the free world.

A spoiled child

raised by maids and privilege

wants to educate the masses

on what it means to be a great American?

A coward famous for dodging responsibility

whether it was

to family

to god

to country

believes that these Nazis

marching down the streets

of America were wronged by

someone who looks different than them

who thinks different than them?

That irony is repulsing and

proves that the fight for equality

might be an impossible dream dreamt

by greater leaders then

what we are left with

during these days of late.

Progress was drowned quickly

with a recessed sense

of what it means for

all men and women

to be created equal.

To defeat this klan

of power

there will be more blood

spilled

an inevitable evil

of all war

but bullet and blade

will not rule the day

nor will they determine the winner.

A war so rooted

in hatred

one with such a

violent history

can only be won when we

use our minds

to sense what

all men and women

should have in common

deceny.

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Televised Demise

February 4, 2012

Poets sit like sickness

bleeding my pen

watching my lines

shadows cast between

hate-filled eyes

believing spoken-wise rhyme

could ever outwit my mind

cuz whiskey always

did intrigue this scribe

who loves

dark and empty bars

that allow chain-smokers

to drink all night.

A frightening sight

when held beneath the light

a belly bereft by bourbon

a brain beleaguered

by any hallucinogenic available

forever searching for

an endless high

to brighten up these

star-less skies

left black and empty

by countless lies

that’ll haunt my writing

till every pen

runs dry

a sign to anyone

who reads that all

creative thought has died.

And on that day

I’ll be in me pub

buried in the corner

spitting literature’s eulogy

pausing only for

muffled shots and

occasional cries.

Band Of Artists: Piece One

October 4, 2011

Will Write For Readers

 

This is how it begins. Not with a bang or screech, but simply with the sound of a turning page. We need readers in order to help with an important cause. Spread this written word all across the land and let it creep back into our culture. We need readers to shut off their televisions and take back their right to think. America is stuck on a permanent commercial break from exercising our most important body part, the mind. Flashing flat screen giants drain the brain’s ability to form independent thought. Television networks run the world while starving book store owners wait in welfare lines unable to make a living off of literary endeavors. Reality t.v. reigns supreme. We have become a simple society reduced to caring more about watching a sixteen year old mother ruin her life as well as that of her child as opposed to bettering our brains with stories crafted creatively by people who crave more than a brain dead audience. Put down those eighteen remotes that have come to rule your life and pick up a book or magazine or instruction booklet or anything even if there are naked models in between the words you are reading just put your minds back into motion. I demand the words my pen has bled upon this page reach these readers we need and then share them with future readers we desperately desire. Us writers can’t survive without you and if we continue to be ignored our words will eventually disappear. The dumbing down dies right here, right now. This is the beginning and you read it here first.


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