"cesarian" poems
I am from a Good Samaritan,
a cesarian birth.
I am from a green thumb, born
into garden gloves;
my mother’s leather hands.
I am from Hyacinths and Begonias,
from Chrysanthemums,
and Black-eyed Susan’s.
I am from the river,
struggling against the white waters,
her hands supporting my underside.
I am from those summer evenings
spent snatching fireflies from the stars;
our cheeks glowing in their radiance.
I am from the dirt beneath fingernails,
the airless August sun,
and a long day on the trowel.
I am from pulled weeds, and those
precious things blossomed
and grown too soon.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
Yesterday.... Like the Beatles my troubles are here yet seem so far away...
Blood from my body and eyes blinded my visions of cesarian executions that brought light and a beacon of hope that's here to stay..
The year before, Mother Nature ripped my Afro centric other me from the abyss of an ovarian society...
Yet healed the once mentally enslaved legacy, holistically increased that same evil capital into tranquility...
And like an eagle soaring over the highest peaks of hope came to be in 1983...
Shocked the wintery mix with Egyptian ice cold veins and Greek ****** proclivities...
And though the vices that sinned my birth swayed my lens
Wings of stoic proportions haloed to an ascended degree, I contend
Oh I believe...in yesterday...
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Abortion
I am autistic
complicated by dyslexia,
a difficult child (perhaps).
But was I breach birthed,
Cesarian, or premature?
Did I have an over sized
head?
Why did you say to me
when I was still a child
that you wished I was
never born?
I just put flowers on
your grave.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 11:54 AM UTC
i try to swim out
but the cesarian sky
opens up
and pours me
back into your body.
where all the dancing flowers
with all the great knowlege
bind me
and keep me
a secret.
i see the fire
off in the field
and i blend it
with the beauty.
it runs to me
and teaches me
my name.
i feed it
as it pours
its flesh
into my mouth.
and my soul
comes pouring out.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
"The Refused Part Two"
We must hold the lines
No more drills
No more compromise
When the worlds barrage us
With lightning and drive-bys
Cesarian messiahs
Nations deified
We defy
All of their abuse
Stand tall
All The Refused
History stammers
When truth is hammered
By humanistic holograms
Facts edited for one hundred grand
They'll impose new realities
Blessed ***********
Proud plurality
Invitations to kiss their wrists
Pray to the state
Silently submit
BUT!
The faithful must not sign their truce
Stand in the Lord
All the Refused
We know
WE KNOW where our answers are
Rightly divide
Pull apart
Each lawless judge
Each merciless czar
The pawns of nations
Built by oligarchs
To tip the scales of justice
And sew sin in the yard
Stay grounded in truth
Renovated children
All The Refused
There is no glory
In their lesser laws
Secular cures
Palaces of straw
Night and day
They claim to save
With the pagan ways
Of their savior state
God becomes the institution
With idolized science
And cultural revolutions
All we can do is remain astute
Through faith in Christ
All the Refused
We the Refused
To promote perfect union
Cast down the witchery
Of humanistic confusion
Their messianic state
Their Socialist ways
Their lust for dominion
And unending praise
We cling to Jehovah
We sing the Evangel
We pray each day
For the demise of tyrannical scandals
What else can we do
But deny revised history
And fabricated new?
Train your minds to study Truth
This is war
All the Refused
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC