"courtrooms" poems
Some People Are ... EVIL ... !!!
Some People Are ... Nice ...
Some People Believe ...
In The Lies They Contrive ...
Black People ... White People ...
Yes ALL TYPES of People ... !!!
Don't Think You're EXEMPT Most People Tell Lies ... !!!
Some People Want TRUTH These People Are Wise ...
These Are The People Who Use Their ... 3rd Eye ...
I'm Sick of These People Whose Lives Are Contrived ...
Like Poets Who Act Like Their Words Breed Insight ...
MAN These Are The People Who Lead A ... FAKE Life ... !!!
Because They Can't Deal With ... What's REALLY INSIDE ...
INSIDE of Their Minds ... INSIDE of Their Hearts ...
See These Are The People Who Fall At The Start ... !!!!!!!!
They STAND By Their PRIDE ...
But Pride We All Know Comes Before A FALL ... !!!
How Many of You Folks Are Playing That Role ... !???!
Let's Go Toe To Toe And See What You Know ...
Because I GUARANTEE ... You'll Be A NO SHOW ... !!!
See They ... Like To Deride ...
Their Comments Are Snide ... !!!
MAN These Are The People I CANNOT ABIDE ... !!!!!!!!
They TALK A Good Game But Have NO **** SHAME ... !!!!!
Because These Are The People Who DON'T Deal With Pain ...
They Pass YOU The Rope ...
And Then Say ... " TAKE THE STRAIN " ... !!!
See These Are The People Who Need Their Blood DRAINED ... !!!
They ARE The Bloodsuckers Who STEAL From The Sane ... !!!
They TALK About TRUTH But Soon HIT The Roof ... !!!
When Truth Is Thrown At Them They're QUICK To ABUSE ... !!!
"I'll issue court action, I want a Retraction !" ...
Well Here Is My View ...
These People Are FOOLS ....
Who've Got Some Screws LOOSE !!!!!
Deal With YOUR ISSUES I've Been In Courtrooms ...
Don't EVER ASSUME I'm An IGNORANT **** ... !!!!!!
This ISN'T ... Pulp Fiction ... !!!
Don't Think I'm ... The Shepherd ...
I'm NOT Samuel Jackson I'm Ready For Action ... !!!
You Will Be Collapsing When I Start Reacting ... !!!
Don't EVER Presume I'm Into ... Play Acting ... !!!
I'll Leave That To You And Your Idiot Crew ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People Who Don't Give You Clues ...
Cos These Are The People Who Simply Aren't TRUE ... !!!
They Like Their Doors OPEN ...
So They Can Walk Through ...
MAN These Are The People ...
Who Walk In ... DEAD SHOES ... !!!
Now I'm NOT Making Threats ... !!!
But On THIS ... You Can Bet ... !!!
Messing With Me ...
Means You're Messing With DEATH ... !!!
Cos' I'm Ready And Willing To Take Your LAST Breath ...
Cos' People Like You Are ... Humanity's DREGS ... !!!!!
But Enough About THEM ... Society's Phlegm ... !!!!!!!!!!!!
Some People ARE NICE These People I Like ... !!!
Cos' Some of These People Do Use The Mic RIGHT ... !!!!!
They Talk About Things That Affect Peoples' Lives ...
Without EVER Thinking Their Wordplay ... DELIGHTS ...
These People Are Humble And SHUN Foolish Pride ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People ... Who Look DEEP INSIDE ...
INSIDE of THEMSELVES And Find Love of The SELF ...
Cos' Love of The Self Can Preserve Mental Health ...
And Help You To Deal With ... DUD Cards You Get Dealt ... !!!!!
These Words Are ........ HEARTFELT ........ !!!
Good People DO HELP ...
WITHOUT EVER Thinking of Helping THEMSELVES ... !!!
Good People Are VITAL For Human Survival ... !!!!
This Is Now The Reason I Do These Recitals ...
I'm Trying To Put .....
Something GOOD In The CYCLE ... !!!
The ... Cycle of Life .....
That Has MANY Good People ... !!!
But TOO MANY People Are Now Doing EVIL ... !!!!!!
Which Is Why I'm Relating My Views About ...........
......... " People " .........
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
How many chairs have we parked ourselves on,
side by side
in these 6,205 days of marriage?
Side by side at our wedding reception
principals’ offices
school graduations
courtrooms
funerals
new baby nurseries
counselors’ offices
new cars and
bars.
In lawn chairs
pews
rockers
couches
backseats and
airline seats.
The size and shapes of the imprints
we leave behind
changing over time.
The faces of others seated with us coming and going.
Always, we have tried to leave a trail of love,
like the slime of slugs and snails.
And for each other, an extra measure.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
I am a helpless hopeless witness
sitting idle on a courtroom bench
as if in church
kneeling backwards beneath slanted
stain glass
light
with my hands clasped tight
and pressed neat against my forehead
but there is
no
one
to pray to when
there is no faith;
I am invisible in the eyes of a clairvoyant god.
My heart beats rough
almost
p
o
u
n
d
i
n
g
straight out of my chest
to the beat of the grand judge's gavel.
"Guilty,
guilty,
guilty,"
they chant, and
"Selfish,
selfish,
selfish," too.
"We find the defendant cowardly."
They never even put me on the stand.
They will not sentence me to execution--
for that would be too kindly.
I am destined to a life
of praying for death without parole
and folding
a plethora of pervasive glances
tightly between the
lines
on
my
palms.
They shoot their looks from
all
different
angles,
and
even with this accumulation of grayscale smoke above my head,
I
can't
escape
it.
After every much belittled blink
they taunt me with another slice of glass
that scrapes off my skin cells
one
by
one
and leaves my body hair in a standing ovation
pulsing with anticipation--
but they never draw blood. A cruel
and unusual punishment.
At confession I can never find the breath to reveal
the heart I've taped to my chest to keep from f
a
l
l
i
n
g
or the soul in my hands that's been
crushed
between sweaty fingers.
How can they punish me when I am already a walking jail cell
with skinny white lines for bars on my wrists?
I am to repent until I am no longer human, but here's the thing--
I never was.
I am much
much
more.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
..............there’s such a clamour
so much choring
memory thread
I sit
armchair
rocking head
receiver of motion
bleaker of putty trauma
creator of mammary craving
.....best take up knitting or wood carving
the fortress of thought
(in strict connivance with a bewildered host)
compiles the 'person idea'
protects the fragile calculator
from biting at its own exposed
and useless self mating psychology
from glutting on its own tail
and merry going mad
in a tune of hoops...
..stammering to achieve valuation
for our decent management
projector
may you continue operations falser still
defeating our own polygraphs and making fools of our internal courtrooms
i sit on this chair
things go still
thoughts occur elsewhere
am i left to not be ?....................
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
They call you MY ******
I have a mother; my mother
A sister; may be a daughter
Or a son.
My father, my brother, my friend, my classmate, my lover
My people.
Where do you figure?
Yet they say you are mine.
Mine.
Their impassioned pleas
Echo in courtrooms, in police stations,
On stark black letters staring out of newspapers;
Crisp saris and well-fitted suits, their accented comments
Drenched in arrogance, tumbling out of flat-screen television sets;
Smug families discussing me (and you) in bright living rooms
With unblemished walls bearing paintings of enigmatic women.
They all say
You are MY ******
I can see you.
I can see you glowing with pride.
Feel the shroud of admiring glances
Cocooning you wherever you go.
For every sigh of cuss, there are a hundred
Congratulatory nods.
They giggle
As you hold my mangled soul
Up above your head,
Like the tattered flag of an enemy country.
Why, you have silenced another of those
Who dared to rear her sad, ugly head.
Or a happy, pretty one.
What difference does it make?
You never saw
My eyes
Eyes screaming out loud, and going dry
Wide open, yet blind.
You didn’t feel
Tired, shapeless lumps of my being watching us
As my body stopped being mine,
But an amalgam of ******* ****** and a
Deep long scar across eternity.
While I no longer have a name,
You possess one more: ‘My ******
Oh yes, I invited it upon myself
I have chosen it,
I have chosen YOU.
It was predestined. A given.
Since the time I was born.
So you might as well be mine.
My ******
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Yeah yeah
passing has been alright
the popular white girls
my outside appearance in courtrooms
hearing the honest racism
from people who think I am white
but its boring
it gets old quick
ancient and obsolete
I want to be called ******
by friends and enemies
I want to be beyond ******
beyond African
beyond human
I want to be lynched
reincarnated
over and over
until I am a living scab
hideous and hip
all at once
I want that fury to be noticed
I want to be the one with the credit
for scaring white people
out of ever wanting to own us again
I want to be the one
to silence
your heated and “innocent”
racist conversation
when I walk in the room
violently virtue
forced realization
that africans gave you
everything good you know of
including yourself
your beginning
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
They were young high school boys at the time
Too young to know what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives
An ill fated night of fun and games with friends in the park
After the street lights had just turned on and it was starting to get dark
Unbeknownst to the boys, a female jogger was out for a run
An unknown man had come out of the darkness and knocked her unconscious
He committed horrific acts of physical violence and left her for dead
After police at the scene first discovered the woman bleeding severely from her head
They put out a call that “black and Hispanic teenagers” were out in the park “wilding” and up to no good
An order was given to round everyone up and to bring them in for questioning
At that point the young minors were beaten, terrorized, and coerced
By the very police force that had promised to protect and to serve
Family members were confused, separated, threatened, and lied to
The boys and their family members were tricked into signing false statements
Framed by police and convicted by the media even before their hearings
The boys didn’t stand a chance despite having the support of their community and good legal representation
There was no true peace of mind the wrongful convictions could have provided for Trisha, the jogger
There was no true justice that could be served in those two courtrooms either
Five innocent boys were convicted and served long sentences for a crime they did not commit
Korey, Kevin, Yousef, Antron, and Raymond now use their experiences to help others who should have also been found innocent
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
In your courtrooms and on your dollar bills it says In God we Trust,
but the only god they serve is (G)uns (O)il and (D)rugs.
Peep game, or forever keep being played by the system put in place to play games upon your brain.
It's an energy exchange to gain control, to steal your soul when your spirit's vibrating at an all time low;
so sniff these lines I write to get you high-enough to become aware of the other side.
We always see the bright side of the moon but if you close your eyes and use your intuition then you'll be able to get in tune-
with the owls and the wolves that howl at midnight, and the black ocean waves that rise.
It'll pull you in where the veil is thin, and you'll see beyond the lies of this holographic universe; to get in touch with the great spirit you don't need a church.
There's only one God that lives and sits on the throne, and that's the most high who resides inside of your holy temple.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
I cant wait to show
My contempt of court
Contemplated much more
Thank lord
The latter was chosen
I swear to him
My swears wont be as
Offensive
As the unmentioned
Alternative
Of this present contemption
My hand told lies
Like prosthetics
As it handled the bible
Like an oath
It would take
If it weren’t for the one nation
Under god
Underdog
Dodging the law
Of the land
Biting the hand
That feeds him
Hunger strikes
Like a match
Thirsty for air
The explosion of emptiness
Fills the stomach
The feels
Become more ill with each filling
Like mercury deposits
Positioned
From molar drilling
A mouthful of ailments
Spewed across the room
For the judges consumption
But the cancerous banter
Spread like foreign bodies
And the jury took injury
The whole world
Agrees
You’re the most hated
Alive
The “not for long” followed
Like the gavel
As it swallowed the courtrooms
Silence
A sentence of death was relayed
Without a period
Of contemplation
As my great contempt
Of court
Is overshadowed
By the ******
Committed by a jury of my peers
Reenacting
The passion of Judas
While I’m crucified
In the name of my father
By men who shoot
The messenger
Remember me at my worst
And my best
Will always inspire
Death is not as bad
If you can give a few truths
Before you expire
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
So It’s CLEAR That ...“ ILLUSIONS “ ...
Are Now Being ... PROVEN ... !!!
So ... Alphabet Genders ...
Are Now The TRENDSETTERS ... !!!
From Stage To TV ....
What Was Once Freely Deemed As Being OBSCENE ...
Is Now Being Seen On ... Various Screens ... !!!
Talking of Screening ....
When It Comes To Policing Their Illusion Feeds Screaming ...
Because of The Dealings of Police With NO Feelings ... !!!
Who Really Give Beatings To Those They Be Deeming ...
To Be ... BAD Human Beings ... !!!
But Movements They’re Using PROVES That Their Illusion ...
Leads To Their ABUSING The Truth For .... MISUSING ...
Their Powers Like Cowards Who Live In DARK Towers ... !!!
Like Those ... “ HOLDING POWER “ ... !!!
Whose Truth Eludes Clues That Gives People Proof ...
WITHOUT The Illusions That Keep Them From Movements ...
Where They Stand In Court ...
Due To Lies That DISTORT ...
The Truth For Their Moves ...
That KEEEP ON DECEIVING ...
Like Paedophiles Teaching ILLUSIONS To Youth ...
That Lead To Abuse That Then Hits The News ...
Like ... Calls For Impeachment ...
That Are ******* ... By Proceedings ...
That CLEARLY NEED CLEANING ... !!!
Their Illusions KEEP Sneaking Into Their Public Readings ...
So Folks Be Believing Illusions Where Scheming ...
And Payoffs Have Leanings ...
That STOPS Evidence From Leaking ... !!!
Money Infusion Creates These Illusions ...
That Truth Is What’s Used ... Inside of Courtrooms ...
Where High Fliers Cash Is Used To Pull SCAMS ...
Where Loopholes Are Found ... Due To Dollars And Pounds ...
Instead of Strong Cases That Have ... SOLID Grounds ...
Well Right About Now ....
Illusions Surround And Drown Out The Sounds ...
of Those Who Speak Out About How We’re CLOWNED ... !!!
By Laws That Are Flawed CORRUPTED And BOUGHT ...
By ... POWERFUL Guys Whose Money Now Buys ...
FREEDOM From Truth With Water Tight Proof ... ?!?
Because They Collude With Those In Courtrooms ...
Before Things Are Heard And Public Observed ... !!!
You’re Being ABSURD To Believe What Is Stirred ...
In Pots Filled With Plots Like Those of ... Ridley Scott’s ... !!!
Confusions Polluting ...
MUCH MORE Than Young Students ... !!!!!!!!!!
They’re Dealing In ... “ TALES “ ...
For Illusions To Sail So The Truth Gets DERAILED ... !!!!!
It’s Time For LESS LOOSENESS ... !!!!!
And Corruption Where Movements Are Suitably NEUTERED ...
For These Liars To Hide ... Behind Their ......
...... “ Illusions “ ......
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You hate me but a.......
You hate me but a.......
You hate me but a cop just shot an innocent woman
In her own home in front of her son,
You hate me but another terrorist attack could happen anytime
And you wouldn't know where to run,
You hate me but at times we don't get more justice in the Courtrooms
As we should,
You hate me but at times we think everything is real when it's just a
bunch of cardboard and wood,
But you hate me,
I was regularly God's Baby,
When the physical did not wanna raise me,
His knocked up baby mama grazed me...
Out of the womb like a slave pealing out the grape seeds,
Everyday is crazy,
Like Hell over here smiling with the big teeth,
You should have never let her go,
Now she's smoking ****
And giving away her virginity,
To a boy that was only for the fling.
Welcome to the world future daughter.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
*Jargon mouthed with righteous indignation
That can convince Lucifer to entertain consideration
Of jumping the fence, an act of treason
To his own beliefs cast in stone.
Interestingly, one barely scratches the surface
Of sense, instead clutching at whatever trace
Of reason to at least save face.
One soon realizes it’s not one’s cup of tea in the first place.
Courtrooms are battlegrounds where wits are
Stretched beyond their capacities, placed under the glare
Of powerful spotlights, no wonder
Most “learned friends” fly off the handle appearing immature.
Law’s on a league of its own
A lord unto itself, seldom bends, prefers blowing its own horn.*
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
In the ***** light of the ***** pipe where the shadows crash into my head,I wander through cracks in the doors of a dream where the lamps lit the way to a morphine fueled scene.
In the search for perfection I lost my sense of direction and ended up where I began and when the ***** ran through the crack so did I,getting back was the hard part,much harder than starting at the start once again.
The game is one sided,the odds are all weighted and the weight on my back was the way to the crack in the door,I don't play any more.
no pun intended but my dreams are not dramas in courtrooms defended by men in glass wigs performing gigs for the guilty,the tilted and wilted and worn out of humanity,I see the cause and effect of those less than perfect and yet we elect even worse,The revenge of the poppy, the curse,it gets sloppy from now,
So I
shall go back to dine which is better than smoking and wine and my dreams if they come
shall come unbidden and not from the *** or the running of *****
The cracks in the door are all sealed
The body is sound and the mind begins healing
feeling okay.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
I keep sleep scarce these days
Like a broach pressed against my chest.
It's walls collapse upon my lungs
Causing me to gasp with tight, choppy breaths.
Like the tide crashing up against my body
It tempts me
And then drifts back out to sea.
Nightmares of courtrooms and funerals plague my mind
His hands ascending in the dark
His face nonexistent
His heart similar to his face.
He is there
And then suddenly
He is not
He is a mirage
And I am in the desert
Faking my way through these delusions.
So I try to keep myself steady
By slumbering in small intervals.
Self-induced insomnia has never tasted so good
Cigarettes and coffee are my stimulants
Keeping my brain running
Like shoes hitting hot pavement
Until it's soft face meets the asphalt
And I can no longer continue.
So I stay there, knees ****** like the tattered rags of my soul
But I continue to tell myself that my bullet wounds are merely scratches
Maybe minimizing the monsters in my head will make then vanish
Maybe deflecting from the demons in my soul will make them scatter
Maybe telling myself that these tyrants are not here will make them go away
So I retreat once again
As I child wishes to shrink back into it's mothers womb
Into the night
Into the brokenness
Into the dark.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”
Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that ****
But I guess I did.
We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.
I lost him before
I got the chance to lose myself.
I kept his photos
In a box on the bottom shelf.
And I almost left a letter
Where the liquor lives
Something about being tired,
And out of reasons to forgive.
I almost slipped into silence
Like snow on rusted rails,
But I heard a little laugh
That cut through all that pale.
’Cause your brother said,
“Dad, are you okay?”
With a look in his eyes
Like he’d lose me that day.
And I lied at first,
But then I cried like hell.
And in the quiet that followed,
He said, “That’s okay as well.”
There’s a million ways
To leave this place,
But only one
To stay with grace.
And it’s messy, and it aches,
But it’s real.
So I burned the note
And kept the flame,
Lit a candle
And whispered your name.
I never got to hold you
Like I wanted to
But your brother held me
Like you probably would’ve too.
I left a light on,
Just in case you find your way.
I’m still here,
And I’m trying..
Most days.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
Cars, Diesel trucks Motor bikes and Transit Buses, rebar and structural steel beams, sounds like fading sirens in the distance. Freeways and black topped school yards, city streets without enough tress, jails without enough beds.
Tents blocking sidewalks, cardboard castles where the forgotten go to smoke their prize.
You got millionares next to transients all waiting to be served. 6th and San Julian on another friday that happend to land on the 1st of the month.
Cops killing everybody, not even the innocent stand a chance, courtrooms sit silent as judges all retire to go play golf in the desert. Another innocent man awaits his execution, it'll be a grey day in hell when the blood of the wrong man soaks its entry way.
Beautiful girls and I mean Beautiful girls, start dancing as soon as they learn to walk in heels.
They know what works those filthy ******** who own everything and don't mind if you know it.
They want it this way.
They want her that way and her and her and even him.
City full of *** shops and not a dam thing left to smoke.
Cops still bust down doors like looters in a riot.
No ones has told them Nancy and her War is dead.
Leave where you left off right where you left it.
Lies don't deserve another chance.
I got a new way for you, I got to take some time to fill you in while pulling you out.
We are'nt going anywhere, this place wasn't built to explore.
See the mountain, see that tree stump, giants once ruled our world.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
A war has been fought in foreign countries and in streets. In school houses and church houses, in courtrooms and in the media. Is it wrong, or is it right. Drugs and human sexuality, what is right? People are willing to risk life and freedom to make their own choices. War has been raged against the ideals of personal choice. One way hasn't worked, perhaps another should be tried. As long as no one else must pay for your choices or is affected in their own lives, perhaps letting us choose for ourselves is the right path at this time.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
_(for mama)_
I’ll write you a poem
about something
beautiful
about sunny days
open curtains
bougainvillea in bloom
I’ll fill it with verses about love, life
roses that never wither
hearts that never die
when you read it you’ll forget
all the pain in your limbs
in your dreams
in the truth that is life
it’ll be as if you weren’t ailing
with tubes transporting oxygen to your tired lungs
as if there is no pain in the body
as if life wasn’t hard
and taxing
as if people didn’t move away or fade away or stay away
or die
or lose themselves in their own minds
I’ll write you a poem
so beautiful
about beautiful things and beautiful sons
it will whisk you away from tears, anxiety, fear
won’t speak of loss, betrayal, distress
or the spot on the rug
where his pupils were fixed
and dilated
and how when you stare at that spot long enough
the flashbacks roll in
and you relive his last words:
_I’m alright_
and in it, there will be no talk of depression, ****
or courtrooms filled with ******** judges
instead you’ll find daisies, white puppies
sons who actually live
up to their potentials
husbands who weren’t in denial about their diabetes
I’ll write you a poem and it will be beautiful
because you are beautiful,
life is beautiful
and because beautiful people deserve beautiful poems
and yours will be the most beautiful poem of all
when you read it, think of me
think of love as beautiful
think of life as beautiful
and cry beautiful tears of joy
without shoulda-woulda-coulda’s
without soreness and sadness
only smiles, warm kisses
happiness, blue skies
silver linings, bright sides
where sons have children
hearts are healthy
dementia doesn’t exist
cats don’t die
puppies don’t *** on the rug
ferns stay green forever
and where he is there
sitting in his favorite chair smiling
saying _Morning, beautiful_
[Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/08/09/beautiful-2/]
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC