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: What’s the agenda?

Looking glass rabbit hole Earth as Wonderland Upside down rules Painted reality Interchangeable real and fake maladies. Even experts are fooled. All of life now is a forgery All our hero’s have fallen disgraced by scandals exposed as imposters Who gets to tell the official version of the story? Who decides which go to jail?…

Poem: Disinformation

We’re reaching the breaking point Critical Mass The lies that are and were spun Are unraveling Absolute unquestioning of authority is over. We might not have the answers yet But we know better than to believe the Governments that deceive us. Unless they drop the Bomb They can’t kill all of us Just slowly one…

Monsters and Supercreeps

When I was a kid monsters were meant to be scary. They were dramatically deformed, had supernatural powers and were predators. Vampires, zombies, werewolves, aliens emerged from folklore. Stories, especially fairy tales contained dark lessons, moral warnings about faithfulness and betrayal. The stories were often graphically violent and grotesque although they were meant for children….