The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis i...
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Few can see it comingBut oh yes it will comeLike a rising ball of magmaAs hot as the burning sunThrough the rock it is pushingBuilding, rising every dayMaybe you cannot see itMaybe you hope it will go awayBut oh yes it is comingSee the fissures in the lan...
Why, Oh Why
A personal reflection on recent events.In recent months I have been to four funerals,All of them close friends I have known for many years,People I respected, and in some cases loved;People who had all led rich and fulfilling lives,All loved by family, successful in business,And who had all se...
The Power of Words
Opinions, thoughts, and suggestions are welcomed.People speak their words. They stampede in herds, right into the ears of the surrounding people. There are phrases that shine with praises and never fade, bursting like a parade through your thoughts. That is-- they don’t fade until someone’s words slice...
The Indian Cry
Set me free!I wake up every morning- incomplete look around, searching- my only need then sudden realization reminds me the social limitations decreed The years I’ve lived- matter the sex I belong to- considered the lineage, the ancestry- liable the character of she-...
Musing on a Bus
I had nothing else to do, so I opened up a text editor and typed away.I fucking hate my poetry. I love it, too. It's so bloody banal. It has been said that poetry reveals what is in your heart... Or was ir your soul? Whatever. My heart must be filled with weird, comic, lovely, shite. It has also been said that poetry is so...
Lay your beating heart by mine Cross your fingers intertwine Search your soul for hidden sign Toss the straws and fall in line. Rest hope’s head upon your bed Have no tears left to be shed Sleep not on this path we tread Read the notions left unsaid. When...
“Expert” may be parsed into meaningful meme components: “ex” signifying former and “spurt,” a drip under pressure a Fox News expert on single mothers and the black family, says derelict parents nothing to do with slavery the struggles of Black America ha...
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Life, for what purpose? Together with others givingFor others we’re employingSlave for the money Conscience, blessing or curse?Over thinking instead of livingObserving instead of enjoyingSlave of societies attorney Offspring, we die to nurseLife to give m...
Trite policies delivered to you in plain white envelopes you'd find in your letter box. It will be laced with mind controlling pheromones, taking away your ability to think rationally, dumbing you down to the degree of a circus animal forced into performi...
How I see me
How I see society and myself.It is said that we live in a free society. I question that and wonder if we are truly free, why has society attached so many strings, saying to us, you can belong if you do this or that, or feel this or that. There seems only to be two holes for us, as me...