I don’t want to fight a war
for more kindness,
or spread it like a virus
hoping as an illness
it binds us.

I don’t want a metaphor,
that helps us explore
the depths of gentleness
I have been searching for.

I want direct action,
the satisfaction
of seeing once stalled hearts
moved to go through the few
who seek to divide us from
our deep beautiful truths.

Diversity is not to be feared.
It is the wind that clears
the clutter of the old dull ideologies
that subdue or slow
our progress towards
a better brighter society.

***** flowery language,
I’ve written to many
soft verses that didn’t have
any seeming impact.

Trash all that garbage cruelty,
sexism, violence, and racism,
throw out your doubt about
if xenophobia is bad,
spoiler ****’s and proud boys
are the villain here.

Lets spring clean the mean scene,
and bring back the best qualities
of being a decent human being,
starting with empathy.

From the time when she was
a little girl with an orange bow,
she liked to dance and
put on a great show.

Tapping all her toes,
laughing as her smile grows.

Blues eyes,
short hair,
long braids.

Till the day
time took her youth away,
and it was more hours at her job
and less time to play.

Dress up to go to work,
stress out until her
heart really hurts,
and date another ****.

But underneath the years,
a beautiful ballerina danced,
sweet swans sang songs
as pink fire swam along;
No matter how old she got
she never lost that part.

She inspires
such fervent desire
but wanting her is
like making a wish
to not exist.

It is like
longing for a scream
cause you think
that your ears won’t sting
when the banshee queen
and sister sirens
let loose to sing.

It is like trying
to kiss an angry lion,
or being in love
with the many faces of
eternity.

Eyes sparkling
in infinity,
depths beyond
any poem or song
that I could write.

If I could touch
such
glacial skin,
see her icy heart
melting
as she embraces
my warm graces.

Still, she makes me feel
as if I could commit
to the joy of temporary existence
as long as she deigned
to spend just a moment
hands held, talking
laughing to ourselves
as we keep walking
past sad gawking
strangers hawking
a life of loneliness.

Sitting long past eleven
as the clocks tic on,
knowing in passing
my love is gone
and there will be
no heaven waiting for me,
except in my memory
of loving her.

She was a young fierce
fake friend, modeling
something akin
to human nature.

Gorgeous,
but dangerous,
slightly off kilter
like a broken camera filter.

Indifferent to the different
and suffering people.
Callous in her fancy cloths,
turning up her plastic nose.

She liked to lick the fire
till it got too hot. Then
she became a wax skeleton
melting in horror,
losing her skin
as her flesh was dripping,
exposing.
such a soul ******* emptiness.

A black hole void;
A hollow husk whistling
where her humanity should be.

The beast revealed,
was ready to be reviled
for her sick self-serving style.
Until she made a deal
with the devils of spin
who put her image
back together again.

Cracks in the shell,
powdered up well
while strangers rushed
to fall upon themselves
and admire the monster’s
style and glamour.

If you say
you are suffering
I would not
say you are lying,
so why do you
decry the truth
when other
mothers are crying.

How does authority
automatically
equal honesty
when we see
historically,
they are the
perpetrators
of brutality?

The finality
of financial
inequality
is the devastation
of our entire nation,
so why do you
look at the others who
are struggling
like you do
and think
that they
are the enemy,
when it is
the big businesses
that corrupts
our democracy?

They’ve got the bombs,
tanks, and police.
They run the streets
from walls to all the cities.
They cut the checks,
and makes the rules,
so you let them
play you for fools,
as they demonize
other colored guys
with all their
greedy lies.

But a rainbow
of variation
is beautiful thing
to strive for.
It would help us
adapt, survive
and thrive more.

Isn’t that something
worth living
or dying for?

Ridiculous seditionist,
I wonder what his
cretinous position is
in this cuz,
he isn't a traditionalist
and censorship
is not a hardship
for this fake populist
wanna be ******* fascist.

I make deals with dictators,
then try to steal elections days later,
cause I'm a ***** with a micro ****.

I'm not big on cooperation
with democrats and foreign nations
unless they say, “that I am great.”

I can't denounce white supremacists
or understand why it gets so many ******
when I say “they are fine people.”
implying by denying that
Nazis and proud boys aren't evil.