#passivism
Worrisome oaf
Cradle of milk
Hunted and bitten
Snarl of ice
Whispering dread
Call again through the storm
Deaden the chorus of hatred
Retrieve us from our pouring lusts
We know no other mother sir
Please repeat your prayer
My nose breaks as do my ears in the madness
Deafening anger assaults back
Taste is putrid waters of my own making
I'm hurled in the advance
Grasp my neck and cover my shame
Pour your wisdom before our doors
You, having escaped the rains
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
I was forced to become wise
Not because of injustice
But to defy ignorance
Right is a decision
Not a contest
Sign Your Freedom In Poetic Release
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:13 PM UTC
Within argument is division
To be calm as the remainder
Is to assert one's rights
The action which asserts
Promotes peace for all
Lifting our language
In a higher calling of liberty
And silencing lady Justice's cries
The contest is in one's mind
Not against the correction by
The self
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
Beside my brother named keeping
Honest he sees me as
As I see his faith
Beneath this shelter
He opens, knowing to the ending outside
We, bodies cowardly
Deliberate entries
A contrived system agrees
Be longings in prayer
Another brother I meet, still struggling outside
Outside his mind, torn paradigm
Splits for his phonecall on high
Distance of his fence
Parables tall in the telling
Back in temporary home
Making as congregates
Making in given faiths we lean
Enough for us
To be, deliberating
The repeal of gnashing hunger
Found, shelters sound
The cafeteria calls
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
A conflict versed
Pressing nicety
Honored allowance
Huddled tensity
Decorate more so
Brewed spells, winter is taken
And no veil disposable
Colds count in registering
Are we incident stilled
Questioned profusely
Loaned invisible jacket
I am known crime
Candles stick and await us
Meeting as we finally gather
Stay together
Beings taught slavery in each
Step, each other a step
No not as paths
To walk us in the shuffle
Slower, then pace one step, a way
No march
Don't give face
Yes the faith isn't to fill
Nor disgrace
More so a morsel in time
A fine morsel to a mind?
A fine morsel to a mind
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
The day we hoped to fix things
The day we would make it right.
The morning we would wake up
And teach the world to love the night.
Yesterday was not an enemy
And tomorrow was our friend.
We would build a world for everyone
And that world would never end.
Yesterday we woke up early
And got a jump start on the day.
We ran or jogged and exercised
And tried out life a different way.
We ate the food we thought healthy
And avoided those we called junk.
We chose to grab life with both hands
And drag it out of the bottom bunk.
Yesterday we started to insist
That people say what they mean
And talk with us about feelings
Not stuff from movie magazines.
We began to demand humanity
And ecologically-minded choices.
We took advantage of the strength
That could be had in our voices.
Yesterday we marched and yelled
To let our brothers and sisters be
Whatever they are and who they are
Without scorn and without penalty.
We joined our local groups and said
They needed to act accordingly
To the rights of every human being
And to implement total equality.
Yesterday we thought of tomorrow
And today we have to do the same.
Human rights and a peaceful planet
Must not be just a hopeful name.
Greed and lust will only prosper
If we back down when we are faced.
Freedom of choice and equal rights
A basic needs we can’t replace.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC