absolutely oppressed by
an armed citizenry of
absolute dunces;
an average intelligence that doesn't impress
and half of them are worse
and by half I mean over 150 million;
armed, they are armed
And they won't pick up
a book or invest time in critical thought
alright, but guns, yo - g-g-g-g-guns, yo - fear. tyranny.
authority.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
iS tHiS pOeTry?
the poet cried
hands in fists
fetal body now
bUt i StuDiEd sO HaRd
I SHAN'T BE SIDELINED1
cried they
&cried america
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
A poem
b no t(at)
** me
(when
th
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spine
bo
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gro
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fr
om)
pine cone is Seed
toproducts
andnot
process
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
If Donald Trump isn’t a disgrace,
then no office holder
in the United States can be labeled
as such.
He is either prejudice,
inept, or
thoughtless - or
all three.
The reign of Mr. Trump
has been one continual
deluge of malignant passions.
As president,
he has hardly
ever opened his lips, or
pecked his thumbs, without
threatening and denigrating.
The grand object
of his term has been to
aggravate the acrimony
between the contending parties,
spread falsehoods, and
destroy every public figure who speaks
against him.
Mr. Trump has labored, with tragic success,
to break up the bonds of social affection,
and under the ruins of confidence and camaraderie
to smother the faint and wavering light of happiness
that flickers through this dark and detestable absurdity of life.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
solitude ocean island:
alone starved & dying:
one possession:
mono track:
single speaker:
plays jazz
me, the end:
abandoned & happy
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
within the desolate black bile shadow beneath us
where the candle of confidant and lover ceases
despite all things, yours is sacrosanct; yours undegenerate
aflame through death and bringing life to the tenebrae
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
she replied:
whether the glass
is half empty or half full
doesn’t matter;
if there is high ground
and dry land,
weather the glass
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
in the sense that
each moment is
a half
moment plus
a quarter
moment plus
an eighth
moment plus
a sixteenth
moment plus
my infinite moment with you
become echos
and tribute
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC