Only the dead
know the end of war
Cursing the living
to forever endure
Rich people gifted
to hide in the past
Where nightmare’s amend
— their terror recast
(Tribute To George Santayana: January, 2026)
The 14th amendment set us free,
Yet we’re continuously mistreated daily.
The badge takes our purpose and lives,
Lacking any expression of remorse and guilt.
My safety and security is undermined,
The country remains silent and redefined.
If you do not like what I have to say,
Just click the “X” and leave the page.
Believe it or not our system is rigged,
Minorities struggle while majority lives.
Racism is not dead it widely still lives,
No matter what anyone says or gives.
The white man always goes free,
No matter how wrong they treat me.
My people did not fight and die for me,
To be killed for being black on the street.
Trapped in the meter,
a prisoner of rhyme
My spirit indicted,
destroyer of time
A minstrels disciple,
epistle in hand
The sound and the rhythm,
my souls contraband
New couplets my jailer,
their sentences terse
The key to their freedom,
locked deep in the verse
And serving in silence,
chalk marks on the wall
I listen intently,
for one voice to call
Awaiting its pardon,
this conviction will end
My words liberated
—to forever amend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
to bless is to bless,
the amend of the future
to bless is to bless,
the counting of a amend
to count is to bless,
to count is to amend
the amend of the future,
is the amend of a blessing
religious is religious of,
the amend of the future
religious of a amend,
is religious of the future
a religious amend is a,
religious blessing
the bible is the religious of the bible
the bible is the religious of the future
counting is counting the bible
counting is counting the amend of the bible
counting the amend of the future,
is counting the amend of the bible
the bible is the bible of a future amend
I propose amending
the U.S. Second Amendment.
The right to own and transport and fire arms
shall be constrained
to include only those who demonstrate sufficient mental health
to have no desire to own and transport and fire ballistic arms,
because they are bad for Earth's environment,
and not so great for assured mutual health and safety.
Hunters
with sufficient mental health
prefer bows and arrows
and fishing poles,
and possibly javelins,
or maybe even boomerangs.
You go on ahead
To your unmade bed.
Take a saintly nap;
Comfortably wrap
Yourself in blankets—
It is night, isn't it?
The day has ended,
Amends amended,
Because apologies
Are ideologies:—
Merely strange dogmas
Of those in comas—
They demand no following.
They are grossly wallowing
In mud and waste.
Go and make haste
And amend the amends—:—
I deserve no friends:—
You retract companionship
For complete dictatorship.
'Tis simply an amendment
On amends. You meant
For betterment—
Thus detachment
From me
And replacement
Of me
With government.
I plea only to be ignored, my clock froze to my pain
Its hands will turn no more
Pardon me, forgive my dry pen that impedes my heart to speak
A poet am I? A pen with no ink, I am hollow and I write to my shadow
Her strokes dry, and with every creation I awake
Lines of love, O' lines of tragedy sing to me that I may hear and tune
Will the earthquakes kill me and drown me in history
I will live even after death herself wins the race that we all lose
Read my art, as I bleed broken beyond amend
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