Poem: Thank You (haiku)

❤️(A haiku for the wordpress community, thank you)❤️ Thanks for seeing through my rant’s disguised volcano hides a heart pierced gold.

Poem: White Fragilty Game

(To white liberals who act as if they’re saving “people of color” yes, I’m referring to you Barbara) You cater to those Who already follow You cater to their shame. You offer more division a laugh out loud frame as if you were a comedy act with eminent domain but nothing’s funny about a laugh…

Poem: I’d make the ferryman cry if he was good

I’d make the ferryman cry if he could If he was good he’d shake off his shackles of misunderstood. He’d slake off his prison guard hooded attire and weep for the hopeless waifs who couldn’t afford the pointless. i think I’ve finally escaped the warped up constant advertisement spell the broken coin goggles of wealth.

Poem: Privilege Deferred

When you have societal privilege but you live your life to thwart inequality You’re living a life of privilege in opposition to the privileged norm. Labeling and judging every Caucasian is wrong and part of the propaganda storm of hatred and constant war division. Shaming the Whites as a standard is a reaction not a…

Poem: Privilege

Country Club entrance Self-important decadence Entitlement to being served Narcissism without awareness Elite status is the definition of insecurity. Privilege, the self-crowned right Greed and gluttony blight by those who have no understanding of true struggle or suffering because they think it’s their birthright.

Poem: Untitled #1

the permanent while scrupulously imitated/ wrapped bored shadow prism clothes/crystal century shows sealed adjusted exceptions/a fatal love inspired our meeting/mysterious mind pattern/by chance a thousand others dream equally perhaps of omissions/pure mysterious quicksilver made effects/sensitive human flowers wake from married teeth/a metal moonlight ghost casts enough reflection between the last still question/I wanted self harm…

Poem: The last time I saw him

The last time I saw him I was defiant, “Children always love their mothers more,” I said to him while looking in his eyes. The last time I visited him in Maryland I took my 6 yr old son to meet him for the first and maybe the last time. He had been telling lies…

Poem: The antidote

For Steve The antihero antidote to fear is love. At least in one unseen realm old scars heal clean between us but here they intrude ruthlessly. We should just be friends but chance creeps back in ruining the trust and goodwill we rebuilt from pain and pretend with the illusion of true romance like my…

Memoir: Sanctuary Library

Most people assume that all staff that work in libraries are librarians, but the majority are a support staff of: library assistants, aides and pages. Yes there are library pages! I’ve been in love with libraries all my life, I see them as one of the last outposts of government sponsored local community support. They…

Poem: Sister

She hated me The way I ran happily oblivious puppy-like boisterous down the solemn hallway while she was hyper-vigilant listening for sounds of a beating. She and my brother were referee punching bags blocking Father’s fists while I stayed at a distance crying and praying, “Please don’t let him kill Mom.” She hated how I…

Poem: Original

Illusions were far memories of hope intersections vain enough to attract weight we crossed the right moment into never burning a beautiful night perfectly wasted only the prayers remained astonished sacred vibrations heavy electric fluid sonic Have I earned the right to suffer eternal concern mummified wood marbled arches of ruin? Dreams clothe me in…

Poem: if we could quit

If we could quit our jobs Do what we really love Could we all survive that much happiness? Maybe that’s why we have to die to experience true bliss. Or maybe this place is an interim a landing space a mock up spell of wondering. The rewards of positive thinking and living jogging, detoxing, yoga…

Poem: abuse cycle rinse don’t repeat

My sister bullied me she showed me who was alpha wouldn’t let me eat set me in my place patrolled my victimhood trained me in slavery and dominance because I was the mirror she hated. I detested her jealous surveillance but pitied her when I saw her degraded often by our father who whipped the…

Poem: Liquid Rainbow Soul

I think I broke my ability to cry it’s gone I cried often and too long during childhood trauma into adulthood drama. Now the sad faucet is locked marked for oblivion. Lost causes and heartache have broken my wings sound and vibrance lost into a thousand ten thousand hundred million orbital things asking what am I? Super…

Sharing what’s Free: Libraries

I believe greed is a poison in our world and want to oppose it as much as I can, every incremental action is worth something, I hope. The number one place to go for free services in every city in the US, the one place where everyone is accepted regardless of age, gender, sexual orientation,…

Poem: Left Alive

If we, the unloved knew beginning in childhood that we’d live the majority of our adult lives alone haunted by failed love. Would there be any of us still left alive? I wonder.

Poem: goodbye

We start out so beautiful Radiant perfection Baby fat adorable Helpless charming New to everything We climb trees Catapult fearlessly over walls Curiosity rules us We are invincible Then slowly we descend Grow hairy, wrinkled, Bloated with depression. Skin furrows deep scars Rough etched bark-like Bent over hunched Walking cane and wheelchairs no more dangerous…

Yellow face montage from “Slaying the Dragon”

There were plenty of actual Asian actors available but non-asian actors were used to portray them instead, the real Asians were used as back fill they weren’t allowed to be in the lead role, this is known as yellow face, (when it was first done to African Americans it was called black face, those portrayals…