"dien" poems
(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.)
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every night yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing.
Yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise.
The world called Canaanites ******
while they traded and toiled along the shores
of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer,
whose wife could give only love.
The world called Hebrews ******
while they raised Pharoah tombs
Provided respite from the eastern chariots
Stubborn in refusal of the living gods
Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape
That provides brief respite from his decrees
When delving deep in one's cups.
The world called Britons ******
When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell
To Roman spear and gladius
When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed
When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs
The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ******
when Caesar crossed the Rubicon
Pax Romana for Citizens born
Land for the wealthy, voting rights too
Taxes and tithes from their toil.
The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ******
From the VOC to fatal Apartheid
Up rose a man
The heart of the land
A man named Nelson Mandela.
The world called the Viet Minh ******
from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu
'till they slogged howitzers above
to reign Napoleonic terror below.
And to them it was just
The American War
After the world called them
Vietnamese.
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every day yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing
yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
'though it never watches its own rising
undoing raiment of fading embers
swimming naked in the royal blue
bathing all with daily newborn naked glory
chasing the celestial tidal tease
that seems to wander where it please
reminding that all are born free
but can grow into ignorance
and be called ******
Seek truths
that hold in unity;
that provide nourishment
beneath the lash
allowing one
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
it became a perpetual motion
a dance
someone hands the card, another lights
the amount of aching discolored grazed fingers was immense
put your finger on the flint wheel
press it down
karen thought we should make a sign
the scrambles of bruised fingers for a piece of cardboard
my fingers throbbed as i scratched our message on the board
i kept the pink flower locked in the crease of my hand
and threw them in air
“draft card burning here”
it was 7 00 in the morning
october 21 1967
i was only 17
my brother jeffrey was flying a plane over dien bien phu
a friend richard was screaming in the trenches of xuan loc
a lover michael treading through a swamp in mui bai ****
i stepped up to The Police.
The. Men. In. Suits. Stared. At. Me
Blank. Faces. And. No. Expression.
I picked up my Pink Daisy, and brought it up to their bayonets
this is for Jeffrey, for Richard, and for Michael
the men in suits stared at me
in a world of chaos and confusion
all I heard was
Silence.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Chillin
Feelin
Growin
Killin
Time
As I can't even tell
You how we are dien
Everyday we dien
An no one is tryin
To do a dam thing
To fix the madness
That is happenin
And if they are
More people need to listen
Even me cause I can't hear a dam thing
Speak louder
With some feelin
Cause we only have 80yrs
Till our corpse is chillin.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
ah really hope mah words done fall on deff ears
ah really hope dey hit home and squash all mah fears
ah really hope mah actions done land on blind eyes
ah really hope dey too hit home an silance all mah cries
ah really hope mah love done fall on a broken hart
ah really hope it hits home and keaps meh from fallin apart
ah really hope mah faith done find a fallin soul
ah really hope it his home and leads mah to dah final gole
ah really hope ahm lisnin when dey speak ta meh
ah reall hope wah dey say gets through an saves meh
ah really hope ahm ready when ahm called to prove
ah really hope dey prove ahm worthy of her too
ah really hope ahm not da broken hart
ah really hope da pieces can na be taken back apart
ah really hope ahm faithful when da sole come callin
ah really hope dat sole done do meh in to da dien
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 3:14 AM UTC
This life has 2 get better
Eye StaYup all night for nothing
Close my Eyes and hope to see you Soon
Cops pulling up homieZ dien slowly
All Eye think about is the future and how great it will be
Eye think about it all
Won't stop Missing that weekend
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
I´m nothing but a common man
never graced a table fit for kings
nor have I worn the finest cloth...
I do not speak with learned tongue;
But when I see the troops parading
and when the band begins to play
my soul steps out to join them...
because that is the soldiers way;
For many years I served my country
and many years I served my queen
for these two things I´d fight and die...
a soldiers heart the reason why;
I may have come from humble stock
but the values I have learned
of comradeship, esprit de corps...
and undying love for my homeland.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
Old women dien
young baby cryn
is there any rest for the weary tonite
yes
brought by the moonlight
my head is poundn
my tears are moundn
shoutn to heaven
as i hold back the lightn strike
wheres the rest for the weary tonite
preacher may say
shes headn the other way
if thats the case
then make a place
for my withered soul
theres no denyn
so stop your testifin
the old lady is dien
309's comin on line
i can hear the whistle whine
we see the mothers worry
as the daughters hurry
line my nest
grow your roots
as time will pass
love is all that last
as i shout to heaven
why me
why me
the crazy answer
came so clear
why not
why not
so go and let it be
the end
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Tongues of fire stab the sky;
fiery discharge from the mouths of serried bells
Thunder rumbles through still air;
death’s express trained on someone’s nowhere.
Dark clouds roil in the distance;
destruction’s twisted smoke.
A shrill bird sings.
The pockmarked face of mother earth
recoils at the touch of invading ghosts.
Foot follows foot through mud and tall grass.
Torment is a green maze.
Turn, twist, walk in paranoid silence;
nightmare topiary.
No exit,
only a door to Hell
Lives rush past terror-filled eyes;
spirits leak into the earth.
There is no requiem—
only keening women to pipe us on.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
I drowned my soul in Coke and ***
Just ‘cause I cant stand what the hell I’ve Done.
Ya see mother ******* like me are just plain Crazy,
Kinda like a German **** or Japanese Kamikaze.
***** dudes don’t understand what kinda **** im On,
But by the time they find out I havem’ hung in a tree at the crack of Dawn.
Then the next night I pullem’ down,
Choppem’ up from there neck to the ground,
Then I feast on there body like a Cannibal,
And I release the power of Mr. Hannibal.
It feels so good to let this Out,
Never forget to live life to the fullest and never leave any Dought.
‘Cause once a mother ****** calls you Out,
Grab them by the neck and snap it in two,
Before you turn around and he does it to you..
And I’m not lien…
I’ll burry you 6feet deep and alive
But slowly Dien, with your whole family Cryin’..
I’m gonna slow it down right here,
‘Cause I know ya ears can barely stand to hear,
What I’m Sayin.
But by the time I hit the end of this verse,
You’ll think my **** name is Satan!
And don’t test me boy ‘Cause you already know I’m not Playin'
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
I feel, my insides a churning
I know, there's something on the way
Looks like, that chili is still burning
All I can do right now is pray
Don't spew it out tonight
You, know you'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
I know, it's gastroenteritis
I know, my end is coming soon
It looks like, I got some on your sweater
Oh Hell, better get the mop and broom
Don't lose it all tonight
You, know it'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
I think, I may be shortly dien
I can't, control this train I'm on
I better, get my *** in motion
Even though, I'm already gone
Don't erupt tonight
You, know you'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC