I don’t want to write,
a flicker of candlelight
that dies before it ever
gets the chance to
burn bright.

Hands held high
I don’t want to see
Black Lives Matter protesters
stand up in time
to take tear gas
and nightsticks
to their soft backs.

I don’t want to hear
the heartbreaking sound
of a once proud man
brought down to his knees
as he sits in a hospital
and cries and pleas
for strangers to see
the cost of his
masklesss mistake.

I don’t want to realize
that a lot of friendly guys
that I have known
just go with the flow
and don’t care to know
about the horrors
that keep happening.

I don’t want bombs to fall,
grown adults to call
the cops when they know,
it could get a kid
shot, or
that rich people make a killing
padding the pockets
of the people making rockets.

Right now, I don’t want to
admit to all of you
my lists of things
I don’t want
keeps coming true.

Feel the frozen fog,
frosty limbs
collapsing in,
buckling under
winter’s weight.

See the icy road
that sealed
some stranger’s fate.

not slowing down,
but slipping through,
a two-car pile up
that bystanders view.

The cold conclusion,
to a long year of losing.
Another body down,
settled in the hard ground.

*******
Prageru
Robert E. Lee
does not
deserve to be
put up as a hero
in modernity.

Vicious,
treasonous
piece of trash,
slave owning
confederate,
a generally
disgusting general
of other
seditious
degenerates.

I don’t know
if you need to
see through
what corrupt
people do,
when I got
super hot
x-ray eyes
that bypass
the disguises
that hide
sinister lies.

I would like
you to think
and reflect,
but I suspect
that if I am
very direct
you might
get a clue.

So, I will
write this
all out for you,
plain and simple.

Be kind
and gentle,
considerate,
and caring,
remember
this is the
one and only
Earth we are sharing.

There is beauty and danger
in the body of a fighter,
not something of ****** desire,
but a physique and discipline to admire.

The martial artist moving fluidly
like a dancer of destruction,
finely tuned definition,
with deft and swift movements
made to disable opponents.

Self-defense,
aggressiveness,
barbaric chest beater
enemy defeater,
history maker.

The intellectual may scoff,
the poet and painter,
may laugh off,
but the dancer probably gets its,
cause she knows how to move
and not get hit.
She can see the spin in this
body that moves with
a similar flow.

I am in love
because
though I seek to exist
peacefully
there is a destructive artist
inside of me,
a caged beast
that I never let free.

A funhouse mirror man,
without a clear plan,
who adapts and improves,
takes hits and advances,
striking back in my own way

Where do lonely hearts live,
getting by in this pandemic.
Elderly man in an old folk’s home
cooped up in his room alone,
with a deep sense of social isolation
that kills him one second
at time?

A twisted type of torture,
saving someone’s life
by slowly killing what
light they have left inside.

Can’t get out and exercise,
can’t have visitors over at night,
blood flow restricted
a convict who was never convicted.

Safely sequestered,
so family won’t be pestered,
because they are afraid to face
what waits for the whole human race.

But in this time and place,
in the pursuit of trying to save
this old man’s life
that have just sentenced him to die
a little bit faster and a lot lonelier.

The revolution will not be televised,
unless it is being used to vilify,
or is being politicized
by those political guys
trying to score votes.
Any fair press will be silenced or brutalized
along with other protesters.
The leadership will be euthanized,
or demonized unless they can be
subdued quietly.

If you are under the illusion
that you can fight back physically
you must be mentally silly.
The cops got equipment
left over from the military
cause the war machine
wants to sell our government
the newest toys.

If our government has any say
they will find a way to lock away
anyone who might inspire change.
If you don’t believe me
just look and read
about Assata Shakur,
or Angela Y. Davis.

If you know or love anyone
who is out there trying to save us,
from the congressional and big business,
power hungry alliance
you better pray that they keep their defiance
just low key enough to slip the notice
of Law enforcement, or POTUS,
cause this country isn’t for us
and does not provide justice.
It is just a business that is made
to break and degrade
while the working class is enslaved.