I do not know?
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Nightfall is near
Another day coming
What will my heart turn to be tomorrow
Another moment to cry is here with me
For darkness is here
I hear a sound there
My heart miss beats
I cling close to my bible
For danger lurks in darkness
I say short prayers every moment
Every single second I breath
This loud bangs deafens me
joy of the night is no more
Life with everything
But without anything
Peace is everything
I looked up to people
But that peace never to be
I cling to my bible
The only comfort I had
That comforting voice guarded me
Through the storms of turmoil
I cant escape this soothing voice
Cause it holds me firm
feeble I may look
But strength from God keeps me
We will stand even if they fall
Peace is all the hearts need
We cant keep our tears in the pocket
Cause hiding them is betraying peace
Peace gives everything
hold my hand and I hold yours
Lets walk together via this
wipe my tears as I wipe yours
We are brothers we are sisters
I love you all
Love me all
Copyright © john ngugi | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Underneath my fingerprints of sorrow,
Between his determined and swift disclosure,
Few are spiteful for the sake of compassion.
Wide-eyed noise pierces the remarkable silence
While everyone around breathes a tender apology,
As he lies, slumbering tranquilly.
Copyright © Macy Michelle | Year Posted 2013
I don't understand why joining the military is always viewed as being completely parallel, with serving the Lord and being what they call a Good Christian; why Uncle Sam and King James are always portrayed as "inseparable buddies". And I get so irritated reading the constant Facebook posts that make light of the war and bloodshed. There was one in particular that popped up, during Christmas time. It showed a picture of Arabs running in a frenzy from some terrific explosion. And written on the photo, in bold text, was some crude parody of Jingle Bells. I can't remember the whole song but it went something like "Oh what fun it is to shoot a torpedo up your ass!". I could see the comments section was filled to the brim with LOLs and ROFLMAOs. And I'm like... what's wrong with these people? What is there to make jest of here? I'll never understand why the folks on the opposite side of the shore are always thought to be "the epitome of evil". Don't you ever stop and think that they're probably thinking the exact same thing about us? When people are dying left and right, who cares on which piece of land the bodies fall! Can we not ditch this you're-either-with-us-or-against-us mentality and look at the people over there, as not just "a distant thing happening so far away that it's none of my concern."...? They are human beings and deserve our RESPECT!
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
a priceless child
with his imagination
breaks an empty glass
I’m going to kill you
tosses the child across the room
beats him with a plastic broom
for something so replaceable
who should be held responsible
for the child with a violent past
sitting on death row
all from a broken a glass
Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016
I met a hand with eyes but no vision
He touched me but only to fill his hunger
And I with a heart floated with anger
I wish I were a human
But not of this hand
I just asked one day but only within
The muscular hand was no less than a muddle head
In life it was panting for death
And I In death panting for the former
He knew he could free me
But his knowledge is destined ignorance
Alas! His heart pumps only blood, no care.
To my one day
I croaked to his deaf ears for years
But for one day
Neither a day is left nor a drop of hope
My heart pounced on request
And his on the lust to have me
I swam in his desire not in his concern
To my one day
I croak now to the world
Enchained in all this ego
Is there a hero out to rescue me
Oh I know the world is all a dark mirror of life
I know this just in one day
That my day has come
Copyright © Rakesh Arava | Year Posted 2014
surrounded by fields of lush evergreen
not knowing the dangers of their flight
in sight of its capture might mollify
lay wait for the days illusion of freedom
paying its ransom
never gaining their sight
they fly blindly
the day harnesses many
in a brothel of butterflies
roaming not imprisoned
giving up all they do possess
to live without interference in their conquest
assuredly molested by many
mindfully making their travels
with no regard to life
the predator lays and waits
Copyright © Alfredo Gonzales | Year Posted 2015
Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images!
A revengeful voice rose from within the young, swaying crowd;
bullets flew to kill them randomly while outside all windows
rattled and glass shattered like crystals! Shot people dropped to the sidewalks:
terror had began! Everywhere one turned there was carnage
by the savages: some fled to safety as gunshots continued!
Chaos spread quickly than fire! Paris the city of " Liberte' " was under siege!
Express your sympathy for the French People who have experienced Hell,
bring your flag and flowers and light a candle where they were shot and fell;
Paris mourns: the Eiffel Tower is darker than the streets that lack their harmony!
Paris is that iconic symbol of Liberty which her brave sons fought for so gallantly!
My poem is dedicated to Paris:
the City Of Lights and Liberte'.
Written on 10/20/2015
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Having Death open doors for you is like humping a fat girl.
It's a hell of a lot of fun until your friends find out.
On the one hand, there's the power, the rush like none in the world,
On the other is the criticism of the religiously devout.
Got servants, and secrets, and science and séances, too.
Blood-rush wakes me at the first hint of night's kiss.
Got forty-seven reasons to tell myself I'm better than you.
But I can't feel you, and I can't remember what I miss.
I'm an empty vessel on an uncharted and lonely course -
Grasping at the glow of life only to crush it in my cold embrace.
You look but only see the swiftly donned mask of remorse,
My hellish deeds writ large upon my soul, not upon my face.
I'd give it all back just to walk under a sunny summer sky,
Return the blood-lust and emotional abyss postage due.
'Cause I gotta live forever without my reason to want to try,
I gotta walk eternity looking for another one of you.
Copyright © Christopher Reilley | Year Posted 2014
The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan’s.
It was a peaceful night a peaceful night that will jeopardized everything. So Me and my friend Calvin were so thrilled to buy something special to us and those were Jordan’s. So we looked all around and found something we like. I personally changed my mind so I went with a Jordan backpack instead. While my friend purchased the red and white Carmelo’s they were smooth as ice smooth as Michael Jackson doing the shiny unbelievable moonwalk. We were so exiting that night until when we got outside we ran into an enemy from school name Terrence who realized that those were the last red and white Carmelo’s left so he became envious and jealous that he decided to rob Calvin as they got into an argument over it. I try to step in but I was pushed away. As I’m on the floor I witnessed my friend Calvin refusing and cussing Terrence out to give up the sneakers. So an angry enraged Terrence pulls out a knife stabs him six or more times in the heart and in his left temple as Calvin dies in my arms. Terrence attempts to come after me and stabs me but I attempt to avenge my friend so I wrestle with the knife and all a sudden I gasp. I’m stabbed three times laying on the ground with blood dripping out of my stomach. Terrence flees the scene and steals our stuff. Terrence felt no sympathetic of empathy no even a guy to feel regrets. That moment of buying Jordan’s and a backpack was jeopardized and ruined forever. Eventually I survived the wounds and became a hero but Calvin he didn’t make it his wounds were damaged in the heart and a stabbing wound ending his temple
It’s my fault
It’s my fault
Terrence robbed us and got away.
I rather be dead.
Calvin should be living.
Why take him ?
Why take me too ?
Screw the world
I hate it
MY fate is trash
I should die in a terrible crash like Left Eye.
But it happen to this day I’m bless and proud to say that I’m alive , I’m a sole survivor. I’m Calvin’s new soul and heart and I am a hero of the tragic turn into a magical memory for my beloved friend Calvin .
Calvin lives I love you and rip.
To be continued.
Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016
Abusive and know it's not right but you refuse to believe it is not your fault,
you stay with him when he has beat you worst than a treat you less than a
human; do you not realize it matters to your child and do you not see if you
do not get away the cycle of violence will continue? Bitter hatred towards you
he take out because he left his anger ball up, death soon will be your friend.
I don't see how you can stay and you know he has become a threat to you and your
child, no one knows but and the abuser; will you be happy when you are a morgue
will you never realize what type of affect it will cause?
Copyright © Sharice Lewis | Year Posted 2005