out of thin air shallow breaths are born
giving life where there was once none
providing comfort to those who grieve
to those whose lives are in desperate
need of meaningful nurturing
burial grounds of once mighty empires
have long expired and recycled into
fields of grasses and wildflowers
articulated masterpieces of complexion
breathing quietly and free from harm
may two thousand eighteen
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and so the rest of story can be told
now that the sheriff and his deputies
have been stripped of power
marched to the top of the hill
tried with haste and quickly
hung from the row of mighty oaks
it was a reddish pinkish dawn
and the dead men looked surreal
hanging there amongst tears and disbelief
amongst joyous cheers
and raucous jeers
historians and poets and other writers
as well as various artists
work feverishly before their inspiration
is lowered to the ground and taken
away by various men without faces
why women marched their children
up the hill
was a matter of personal perspective
and if you asked any one of them
chances are they would not tell you the truth
long after the hanging this town will continue
to be under attack from inside
as well as out
and all those who participated at the top off the hill
whether actively or passively
will sooner or later come to understand
how one must die for the sins of many
october two thousand seventeen
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perpetual revolution
a lifelong struggle defined by tiny stories
woven in and out of blankets
crafted in afghanistan
messages fly halfway across the
planet in a matter of mere seconds
complicating efforts of diplomats
struggling to keep up with the flow
you and I can meet on any street
corner on any given day
reaching for something undefinable
something certainly not touchable
one day children will be forced
to teach children the basics
digging and uncovering
discovering and enlightening
true possibilities do exist
and this concept of history
repeating itself for centuries on end
gradually gives way to hope
september two thousand seventeen
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wild horses stampede across
artificial hill outside waterloo
approximate to major shift
mountains and men bleeding
causing much exhilaration
kilometers away once free men
soon comprehend how bravado
and bondage have consequences
banished behind underground bars
joyous songs piping in
it’s been seven months or more
since the sun has shined
yet people continue to arrive
pilgrims and commoners and nobility
partaking in the simplest pleasures
praising daily powers that be
september two thousand seventeen
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jet fighters crisscross the skies
like high flying bishops
licensed to fly
at control central pawns
surround the queen
fanning her with anything
they can get their hands on
at all four corners
white men wage war against
all other colors
wielding maces and knives
flashing suicide switches against
her majesty’s wishes
all the while horsemen
silently breathe into the fog
anxious for that chance
to live and die another day
june two thousand seventeen
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It was carnival season and the town
gradually transformed itself
becoming grotesque and queer
and emotionally exhausting
Determined to move forward
Billy and me walk hand in hand
he nursing along a quart of malt liquor
and me drawing on Virginia Slims
By the time we reached the bridge
they had just finished
reenacting a past less distant than
most locals care to admit
Uncertain how I could possibly hold
back the tears
I tell Billy what they did to my people
is unforgettable
unforgivable
Without saying a word
he squeezes my hand tighter
draws me nearer as the
Chickasawhay River shamelessly
snakes by directly below our feet
april two thousand seventeen
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the ground trembled beneath bare feet
like an audible sigh from a troubled mind
even the birds paused their morning song
shifting to interpret the mother’s warning
exhausted yet incapable of finding comfort
relaxation eludes the weariest travelers
though peace on earth may one day prevail
the natural order of things indicate otherwise
february two thousand seventeen
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individual victories are few
for those unheard voices
having restricted choices
and few precious resources
you know I don’t have to be here
he reassured himself
keeping warm from layered clothing
mentally digging in for the night
mercenaries from the past
march alongside enemies of the state
chanting slogans in ancient languages
only few understand
december two thousand sixteen
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in wellington heights they say
leaders come and leaders go
some saying martin luther king
was born generations before
or after his time
january leads to february
streets warming to better ideas
parents and cops weary of getting past
valentine’s day without any
gunfire or stabbings
weeks later rumor has it
jesus christ consults with malcolm little
and chris columbus
dispelling myths about the
course of human history and
organizing neighborhood watches
they talked about having a parade
come summer solstice
off-duty officers shadowing children
gathered at curbside
collecting wrapped candy
thrown by yankee doodle himself
october two thousand sixteen
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children playing out back
unrestricted by all the fences
digging foxholes and
sowing the lord’s seeds
dinnertime bells only delay
the inevitable
and just as their bellies
will never be full
most will find it nearly impossible
to ever grow old
september two thousand sixteen
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as it turned out he was alive and well
resurfacing somewhere in carolina
taking up sun and counting the years
he made sure the money didn’t follow
redeployed somewhere offshore
far away from oil rigs and earthquakes
after wearing the crown all these years
incognito pro tem seemed fitting
walking the dog and swiping debit card
who the hell would have guessed
all the while cities continued to grow
melting pots boiling impatiently
fueled by remotely controlled triggers
september two thousand sixteen
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I saw the light of the faintest star
settle inside your eyes
blinking to life possibilities from
little known places
when the faintest light cast
indelible marks on the surface
somewhat more meaningful
and magical images evolved
expanding from within
creation doesn’t stop when stars
set in the west
just as dreams never drown in light
and that little child of yours
separated from violent strikes
reaches for your love
ascending
august two thousand sixteen
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