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: 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: 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: 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…

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…

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…

Poem: Hiatus of Sleep

Why is the best sleep right in the morning? Awakened by a beeping like a truck in reverse to dreary weighted clouds and patterned raindrops weeping lulling unfinished misted premature dreams surfacing like ancient whales from the depths of velvet slumber. Sleep is the best comfort and medicine but my nights are unusually long half…

Poem: Cupid’s Arrow (haiku in 8 variations)

1)Sometimes the arrow’s pointed sweetly straight, true mate last chance romance fate 2)Sometimes the arrow’s poisoned, replaying karma programmed on heartache 3)Sometimes the arrow’s a time machine of sorrow repeating drama 4)Sometimes the arrow’s over-flowing with bright hope illogically 5)Sometimes the arrow’s misaimed to the wrong target unrequited love 6)Sometimes the arrow’s a sadist trickster…

Poem: Model Minority

In the battle for racial equality It’s All of us not some All of us or none. Don’t ask me to prop your minority flag up When you won’t admit You’re leaving us out of the racial equity skit All the political correctness You’re not fooling me I’m going to speak up Instead of sitting…

Poem: why worship them?

1)The god that doesn’t look like you Why worship him? he certainly doesn’t worship you. 2)The celebrity that doesn’t notice you Why worship him? he doesn’t think about you at all. 3)The pope that covers up the molestation of kids Why worship him? he doesn’t care if you go to hell he’s creating it here….