They expect everyone to

believe in their genocide

but not a word about ours.


They expect everyone to

turn the blind eye, while

they extract a gold tooth.


They expect everyone to

view them as victims and

us their national antonyms.

There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.

.          A S S A N G E 'L


      In Judaism goats were

       laden with sins of the

       village then sent forth

       into the desert, to die.


       They were known as

        escape goats, from

       whence derived the
  
    modern term, scapegoat.


   Angels were journalists of

    God, messengers, town

   criers, paragons of virtue,

       underwriters of truth.

    
    In Biblical times, the ***

        symbolised service,

   suffering, patience, peace,

humility, but above all, wisdom.

as the antelope run to survive.
The lion, the tiger, and the hyena
when the target shields the forest.
So, Abba won not on the battle field.
but he won through the series of
hierarchy of corruption.

Take me through
Your ritual
Til I am glazed in sweat
You ask me if I’ve had enough
I say,
“No sir, not yet.”

He is water on fire
Exotic hamster
Invisible high wire
He is thick warm moss
Climbing up the side of this tree
He is spiral giggles
And I like that he notices me

She sang a song
of ice and snow
and dreamed of oceans
swaying slow
She swam through clouds
and flew near stars
Fell so proud
and dove so far

She was a sad harmony
A song she unsung
A silence unheard
A deed undone

She hummed a tune
of fish and birds
and bore with devotion
The beasts she herds
She swam through life
and flew from death
Fell from strife
and dove bereft

She was a sweet melody
A smile she unsmiled
A violence in violet
My hope she defiled

She sang a song
that twists the mind
and played my emotions
Leaving me blind
I swam near folly
and flew through sin
I fell in love
and dove right in

The laurel around their head
is considered a halo
by fellows wearing dreads.