#sear
Mother ****** is warm
But her blisters
they painfully sear
Life is such
in terror America
The police state
of all that I fear
A schoolyard where
bully's rule is taught
And some sick ****** people
with pit-bull power to flaunt
Our peace
Is by the heel of the boot
A piece
of our leather clenched fist
Your rights
have no might
Whatsoever
When your name
We put it down
on our list
Mother ****** is warm
Yet coldly she icily sneers
I'm your terror America
The police state
in the nightmares
of your fears.
-R.
TX
(06)
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
My world is not like other worlds that sear
My world is more like heavenly wide sphere
My world has no bitter sadness nor tears of tear
My world has no lies to lie nor fears to fear
When I raise my eyes above all the mustiness,
My world has blue skies splattered with whiteness
My world has misty horizon fighting brightness
My world has huge trees carrying greatness
I’m all by my self ruling my world that never fades
Sitting with pride on top of my hill, from gold is made
Like a brave lion holding his shiny sharpened blades
Watching his river filled with precious valued preys
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
The wind cried jasmine and “east,”
Past the muddied waters
Grande
And mass graves tortured
Tamaulipas;
Past the rasps, taunts, tortures,
And gasps bereaved,
So much so and so could I.
Set and to sail,
I could feel the tumbleweed
Sting my toes, with each and every
Bitter step; One more sojourn
And seeking the earliest unknown,
A celestial sort of gallant,
Faceless and opposed,
The awkward, “welcome home.”
Come earlier, come Mexico,
She’d scarred my stomach
With love, a newer sort of sear,
Notarized the scar I still carry
When I drown at five past four
With the deafening scent of
Mescal and torpor
Atop my tongue.
It’s upon hot nights,
Like this very one, that
I imagine the Melons of Reynosa,
Succulent, a summer night, with
Stars stained sorrow, strayed me,
Stayed you, and fled I did,
Taken to bamboo, and forever’d,
The newest resident, “away.”
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Show me how
To continue the climb
Despite the burns
That sear my hands.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC