#floyd
twisted reality
DNA telling lies
a cosmos
full of galaxies
the bite of a fruit
shared death star
meeting on the darkside
of the Moon.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:53 PM UTC
There's a power inside
everyone
It cannot be quantified
could this be destructive?
or help us stay alive?
The line between
Mr Pink
and the
Madcap's laughs
For every gain
there was a loss
What gain?
a song
called
Arnold Lane
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
Fell through the alligator’s snout
Picked his teeth clean out
Landed on a duelling banjo's tail
Herein a Minneapolis trail
Piously thumbed a black crested wave
Buffeted by the pick up from the bridge
Seized by turbulent string vibrations
Singing to survive; drowning in awkward silence
Cajoled and plucked on a tight-rope score
Pounding pain within lifes neck
Mics backfiring: boardwalkers selfless feedback
Toe tapping, heel thumping discontent
Fighting for humanity
Evil running through crashing cymbals
Miasmic lyrics pushing to survive
Trade winds heading south
Thrown ashore in the gutter
Soaked from harmonica to soul
A sliding quiver shackles societies skiffle
Now climb your fretboard to heavenly freedom
Those who cannot breathe
Legislate in due measures: equal rights and respect
Civilisations blues are out of tune
Levitate the knee of wilful contempt
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
The world
had to stop
For this victory
I'm joyus
I'm angry
I'm still angry
I want to bring black life
Into this world without
Us having to
Do this ****
I want us
To grow old,
Be unscathed,
Be unbothered,
And flourish
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
Seeing my self, the lost self, the bet maker,
he who bets his role is hero,
seeing a reality no one else imagines.
Poets do some gnosticshit and call it art.
To live professionally,
y'gotta know the lingo.
Some suggestions from the sponsors, still jingle.
DO NOT MENTION POLICE
Imagine you know a guy, big dude,
an ox in stature and temper
a bull in brute potential… like
Plato, who found no fault in Socratic ignorance.
yeah, he does look like George Floyd,
but also, a little, like
Derek Chauvin,
- kachunk, like a Zenith Space Command
- pluck click ultrasonic change of flow, levee-gate
Derek Chauvin, must be
disappointed… I mean
it would **** to really be him,
worse than really being you, if you could see his
inner view of what may be,
and what may never be,
and the rage is with him, laughing in him, at him
that has got to be similar to hell,
if you imagine,
it never changes back.
This is now,
and you, as he, are
a real person in 2021, now historical
redefiner of the term
chauvinism
as used by Billy Jean King, refined down to the muonic
bit
tied to the actual trigger
event in the
idea in a name that takes a meaning in time
from a meaning in another time,
male chauvinist, sexist **** prepost-er-ous error
of the very best intentions, twisted in time
through pursuit of happiness, undefined,
as is my right, should I ever be given a clue,
hap
happen
happiness the state of being, let's say.
Where nothing is missing, there is no nowhere
there is nothing.
This is all there is.
That is how a living word exists, ready to be
read.
When the better angel tells you. Take it easy.
Read. {refuse the roll of cheerleader,
or prophet when offered}
Stupid you, you say, read what?
-ah, the angel brighten's up, everything, it says
in writing on the tables of your heart
on pages requiring
rolling or folding to be put away.
Entire world views, Weltanschauung, worlds shown
and world's seen, may be
folded in this method-knowing… first
measure.
length to width. there to there, here to here,
edge to edge to edge to edge to edge we see a gem
-a gated elysian matrix, -- odd allusion -- matrix
cross my legs and meditate,
should I say, or should I wait, say it, matrices being
The logical sense of
"array of possible combinations of truth-values" is attested by 1914.
This is part of the piece, not a footnote,
a piece {I gotta style now, I am a professed artist}
matrix (n.)
from māter (genitive mātris) "mother" (see mother (n.1)).
The many figurative and technical senses
are from the notion
of "that which encloses or gives origin to" something.
The general sense of
"place or medium where something is developed" is recorded by 1550s;
meaning "mould in which something is cast or shaped" is by 1620s;
sense of "embedding or enclosing mass" is by 1640s.
The mathematical sense of
"a rectangular array of quantities (usually square)"
is because it is considered as a set of components into which quantities can be set.
The logical sense
of "array of possible combinations of truth-values"
is attested by 1914. As a verb, in television broadcasting, from 1951.
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=matrix>
Attestation, affirmation -- proof of sanity, artist inclined auto-ism,
it goes both ways, as the reader,
you may be crazy… if you know what I mean, and I disagree.
These frameless pages are proofs of thinking,
as a mortal thinketh,
in process of bringing answers
to questions some asked the AIMM,
which we all serve…
as sense makers… words suggest senses felt,
you feel me, means, you gitit,
you know,
if you know you been guiled, beguiled,
AIMM let you know.
the augmented intrestation manifestation module…
AIMM
constant scan set, set
as a finishing nail is set. If you had a hammer,
here, your methodology
is not applicable, see,
reason
morphs through a sieve, a fine mesh of all men ever claimed to know,
in writing after the alpha bet,
squeeze, like a tater ricer,
whatchewsee
first bet, at first, ohgnoshit it is going to self-destruct---
wisdom, from some unseen source,
arises to form that very thought, the fear
of the creator,
you know the feeling,
wisdom, whispers, not that way,
this way
you are the feeling
being, I imagine, dear
reader, line upon line,
through the matrix of the folding pages forcing sense
of something
where sense of nothing going nowhere was,
wind in the pines,
yes.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
My country 'tis of thee
Land of Police Brutality
For thee I weep!
Land where George Floyd has died
Land of the alt white pride
From every black graveside
let protests ring
My country, thee
land of those not yet free
we cannot breathe
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 9:10 PM UTC
If those young men had looked like me,
how diff'rent everything would be.
There'd be no blood or teardrops shed.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
If Mike Brown had been Michael White,
he surely would have been alright.
"Don't shoot!" would not need to be said.
Had he been white, he'd not be dead.
From Ferguson to East L.A.,
we hear the stories every day.
"Protect and Serve" til streets run red.
Had they been white, they'd not be dead.
Call it racial immunity,
where skin-tone is impunity.
Don't let yourself be so misled-
had they been white, they'd not be dead.
As more and more young ones are slain,
and protests are met with disdain,
you may debate what I have said,
but were they white, they'd not be dead.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
****** with callous authority
****** with casual face
behold guilt and indifference
behold helpless public pleading
cries to mothers past and mothers now
behold public death - oh, watching eyes
behold the citizens’ fear to interpose
behold the helpless sheep, oh lion!
where came such fear?
behold the face of arrogance
behold the face of tyranny
are you safe in your coop, chicken?
where came such power?
Share the barking dogs’ epiphany
wake the half-asleep and world-weary
clutch the scoundrels
Let the pain of others be warning
And the alarm of villains ring like music
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
I've heard about the hate between black and white,
Can't anybody see? This is so not right.
The problems start but never end.
Can't they see? We can just be friends.
The world is full of chaos,
And I'm thinking to myself
"Look at us!"
Pain was here
But it just grew.
I'm sorry, was that not enough for you?
You chant "All Lives Matter" in the streets.
Who were the ones who used to dress up in sheets?
Yes we know ALL lives matter.
Yours, mines. His. Hers. Theirs.
But when I walk down the street
No one stares.
This issue is a cancer. We must cut it out.
Eradicate the disease,
Until there's no more shouts.
Calling all the cops who deserve this time.
If you didn't see it coming,
Don't do the crime.
You've scarred each family
From the people we've lost.
You did this crime,
Now you pay the cost.
Cuz...
When someone says get off my neck
With your knee,
Cop look at yourself.
Is this really who you wanna be?
What's the difference between black and white?
What really matters is if you're doing something right.
Just imagine what you're putting someone through,
When you're disabling them,
Labeling them,
Believing something that has never been true.
But know it's up to you.
You can change this from being so blue.
Because imagine if it happened to you.
By Corynne Dittrich, age 15
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Please write back to me and tell me how to protest,
Because I'm terrified of running into a bad cop, or privileged white people thinking they can make a citizens arrests
Please give me something else to do since you don't want me to take a knee,
To silently protest while you sing an anthem that represents you but doesn't represent me
Please teach me how protest ,
So you don't have to reproach me for my lack of decorum,
Give me something that will change the outcome
Cause people are dying and it seems you don't care , how come ?
We defend the indefensible crimes of those paid to protect us, and expect us to sit idly by as they **** us,
Turn on the news and watch
Watch them defend the good ole' boys in blue as they go through our history and berate us
Dear white people,
Why can I not yell and scream ?
To make up for the air taken from George Floyd's lungs as he whimpered I can't breathe
Breathe, an unequivocal human right
A knee to the neck, crushing the passage way,
from his eyes was gone the light
The sight, myself a black man that will raise black sons how can I not stare in fright?
Fright , fear in my heart from the sight
The new Jim Crow or the old one?
No ropes but we are still lynched
No dogs chasing us but still the same plight
Dear white white church,
You're probably the biggest problem of all.
All the political capital and still you don't answer our call.
So focused on abortion rights but don't seem to care about black babies when they get a little tall
Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed
Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed
Every black man and woman killed an image of Christ but it seems you've willed
Yourself into believing that God doesn't see
Your silence, you've been billed!
And no penance can pay the cost you owe
In the pockets of politicians
You've gone so low
Picking a party over people
You thought we wouldn't know ?
Its no surprise that Donald Trump would go to a church posing with a Bible
Appeasing you so
You fill his pockets with dollars so that the calamity never ends
Dear white allies
We appreciate you answering the call
The problem doesn't directly affect you but still you stand and stand tall
You are our professors, elders, neighbors , church members you give your energy , your passion, your privilege and you use it all
Dear white allies,
We're happy to call you friends
The work is far from done
Its never fun but friendships like this never end.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4UqMyldS7Q&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YmCXr99fAtAHetTUX2BWj8&index=2&t=0s
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Since I was Born, I was sick.
The World had tried to choke out my Light since before I had Life. Since before I could fully think, it never wanted me around.
So much loss and pain just for one child, so today I must use the Life I gained to throw everything I have back at The World.
I refuse to let my Life be choked out by A World that never wanted to see me Rise. I shall Stand and Fight to make The World better.
Ever since I was a little Black Boy I have watched myself die.
It started with Trayvon, my big brother who died trying to Live Life and buy a snack. I died again with Tamir Rice, my little brother died for being Youthful and for being a child. And I kept dying and watching brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, fathers, and mothers of mine all die. I was forced to watch my Family die. I have seen myself die in all of these people over and over again. Whether we Lived in the same era or not. I saw myself assassinated and silenced by the people who were supposed to help me bring Change over and over again. I saw myself beaten for sitting down in the wrong place, I saw myself marching to make a difference. I have seen myself choked out, shot in the streets, lynched, and more.
I see my face on all of these men who have died for no reason, I always believe I’m next. Ever since I was a young boy.
Even now as an “adult” I never know how much time I have left. There are days when I have fun and Live every single piece of Life and think, “Today could be my last day of Life”. There are other days where it’s not as great and I think the same thing.
My father turns 50 soon and knowing what I know about Black men, I am scared. I turn 20 soon and knowing what I know about Black men, I am beyond horrified.
On some days I can’t handle knowing all of this and on other days I know if I don’t handle this there won’t be enough people to step up who want to drastically change This World that has been choking me out.
I just wish that my Black Life Mattered so I could Live each day without fear.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
I sit alone in an English garden
And gaze in awe at sunset sky
Where colours paint a masterpiece
So exquisite to the eye
From deep maroons to orange fire
It fades into a yellow fan
And sprinkles specks of fading clouds
That sink to rendezvous with dawn
And as I marvel at this display
In silence and at evening's rest
I think of those so far away
Undergoing violent fiery test
Across the sea and over time
A million voices rage and cry
At evil acts by law's decree
That can no longer be denied
Where justice is not black and white
And hate's hunger is so overfed
For authority is on white pages
In ink that reads a ****** red
An army of intolerance
A brotherhood of hate
Bedecked by badge of bludgeoning
And tazer in each state
Crushing spirit and stealing peace
While demanding our respect
While shocking limbs and rocking lives
And kneeling on the neck
Instilled with warped ideology
That debases human mind
Tainted white superiority
And so divided of humankind
But where is hate's validity?
How is it justified?
Where is their authority
To harrass and to divide?
For none can claim to be the first
To be the proudest purest race
For America was full of colour
Before Europe found that place
Did these men not swear an oath
To “disharge faithfully and well”
And defend all citizens equally
And truth to uphold and to tell?
And did they not seal their oath
With promise solemn and divine
Proclaiming liberty and devotion
“So help me God” the final line!
And what do we know of our creator
Is he so hard and partial too?
Is God's likeness just caucasian
Or is his love both fair and true
His words are there for all to see
In the Bible's pages plain and clear
That God does not show favouritism
But loves all those who hold Him dear
For when the greatest artist made
The races that dwell on earth today
He used a pallet and brush of life
And a million colours to stroke and splay
For this world is not black and white
Nor grey or dull and monochrome
But is crowned with dazzling glorious colours
No shade is missing, no not one
So if it pleases God to paint
This earth in colours of his love
Then surely skin of many colours
Must be a gift of God above
So please Mr Police Officer
Before you terrorize more souls
Because their skin is not like yours
Be sure you know your cause and goal
For it is not for liberty
Nor for honour that you whack
And do not think that God approves
Of your vile and prejudiced attacks
For you dishonour that badge you wear
And the land that you protect
And with every blow you turn to black
You **** the law and lose respect
And in case you think me biased
And writing to support my kind
Please know I am male and white
And just like God, I'm colour-blind
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
the ****** of another black male
riots, looting and shooting
divides states of america
a crying statue of liberty
the constitution is a shallow bible
some cops are praying before killing
executions of sworn-in hands
invisible dirt on their fingers
blood is dripping from these lines
this ain't a poem, ya feel me?
autoranking be irrelevant today
justice is, and chauvin has to pay
his name is short for chauvinism:
a belief in national superiority
this inhumane being is self-obsessed
he is not a cop but a killer
when will it all finally stop?
this flood of violence
bring it to an end!
chauvin's knees are a weapon
and he's abused it for too long
put him behind bars, punish him
george, you are in heaven now
surrounded by air: now you can breathe
in memoriam to you
much colorblind love
R.I.P. George Floyd
✞ May 25th, 2020
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
America has never been great.
Built on the backs of stolen people on stolen land.
We’re a melting *** they say, a conglomeration of cultures and ethnicities,
But words mean nothing, when time and time again our neighborhoods are filled with injustice,
Our streets only know carnage.
Our protectors unleash violence upon civilians and our leaders continue to justify acts of brutality.
America is on fire
And the smoke clears and dawn breaks,
We will continue to fight for a new beginning.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
she cries in shattered glass,
in the open spaces where the dye was cast.
a world so white, so drenched in paint,
the ones now deaf once were saints.
and when the black came out to say
a counterfeit bill a jog a day-
light crime so bold so crazy
it made the streets hazy with smoke.
equality sounds a lot like a hoax
the war brushed away with nothing but Twitter
tear gas and bullets are so much fitter, bitter
is the taste of deafness upon a lost society.
abandoned, forgotten, stomped on and out
no wonder some have forgotten their law abiding piety.
white paint becomes pink
when mixed with blood.
pink is a color for little girls,
and fits perfectly with the sound of our world.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Black is a colour often we misread,
according to evolution,
most superior human, it means.
All the dominant alleles flushed into one,
and still the recessive ones are able to prey upon in day’s sun.
What have they done no body questions,
we are white, they are black, kills all the discussions.
Leads to the final stage where death is the reward,
for something that is genetic, it is pretty rough accord.
All the people then come together,
still the predator walks freely,
what has happened to humans,
have they lost all the emotional ability?
I stand with victims, you should too,
as for no one is black nor is white,
everything and everyone is grey even in day’s light.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
The country's on fire
Buildings ablaze
A situation most dire
Filmed through the haze.
Protesters all shouting
Passions inflamed
Of their anger no doubting
For the victim now named.
They march with hands raised
Indignant and loud
Determined, unphased,
To pressure unbowed.
But the message is tainted
The moment hijacked
The vision now painted
Of stores all ransacked.
Looters in droves
Their arms filled with goods
From iPhones to clothes
Their faces in hoods
Frenzied they run
Opportunity knocks
Plate glass they shun
With hammers and rocks.
Men of no soul
These rats of the night
Not caring they stole
What's pure and what's right.
Sadness surrounds us
Few places to turn
So much to discuss
While our cities now burn.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
This is a verse for George
This is a poem for Philando
This is a memory of Oscar
Continuing the fight for Malcolm
Venerating the wisdom of Martin
This is a call to action
Even if just a fraction
Causes this cause to gain traction
For people tired of the inaction
The people have spoken
And decades have passed
Nothing has changed
Protesters still getting gassed
With years behind them
Trying to stay quiet
One ******
Two murders
A thousand
It's no surprise
That this protest is now a riot
Flames flitting in and out of frame
Guns glinting
as bootlickers offer more of the same
Tin badges holding themselves
As above the rest of us
I scream in disgust
What gives you the right
To ****** my neighbors?
What gives you the right
To brutalize my friends?
These fires ignite a memory
And makes me sing
Noting the similarity
To Martin,
and also Rodney king
I'll stop now
My angry rambling
I'll leave you with a quote
Most would think
It was said by Malcolm
But it was said by Dr. King
It's not absurd
He said it
"A riot is the language of the unheard"
That is the wisdom of Martin
That's why we continue to fight for Malcolm
That's why I remember Oscar
I wrote this poem for Philando
I wrote this verse for George
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
COVID-19 presented respiratory challenges to the world. If that wasn’t difficult enough to live through now, I am George Floyd.
Unable to breath,
I sleep with the light on tonight, wondering if there is any light left in America.
And just like that my heart split in two, stained with black grief + ache for my black kind. My African people. My American brotherhood. My family.
I cry.
No longer able to numb myself from reality. If there was ever a challenge with loving each other - as black & brown people - my prayer is that it cease.
No matter our peculiarities, differences, social status, *** last name... I LOVE YOU and I see
I must continue each day loving my black & brown people- stranger or familiar- with each sun rise and every sun set. I won’t let my fear of the unknown prevent me from loving you. For my next eight minutes + forty six seconds may be my last breathe.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC