Mother Corruption Poems

Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City!
It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty.
It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime.
I...

Read More

Right up until you were honest 
I found hope in the regressing of your sentences 
From fine wine to a poisoned chalice 
Remembering you in...

Read More

For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest

Where is the love, Mamma?

Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, uttering
Your plethora...

Read More

You ever heard those people who
always spout these conspiracies?
Think there’s schemes behind everything,
it’s just so laughable to me!
Like remember a few years back,
in the days...

Read More

Folks, I perused it in black and white;
The Octogenarian verbalized after the civil war that
"There are no victors and no vanquished."
Scores of years gone by,...

Read More

You see the ones who claim women
are always victims evermore,
while at the same time claiming that
they’re always strong, to be adored,
push women to act more...

Read More

I’m not you.
And I never will be.
Even though as each day dies off,
I’ve come to notice you in passing windows.
When it should be me looking...

Read More

Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros
With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from
Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he...

Read More

Vanity upon vanity 
This is for the ones
With no soul 
The ones so greedy and selfish
The ones that are power intoxicated
The ones heartless
The ones with...

Read More

Black soup 
We are dark enough to breath a flesh air
In this wild mans world
Flames are never a new news 
On our wild south west...

Read More

Sensitive skin 
Scraped by sensitive information
If I don't know who I am, then what will I tell everyone? 
A scuba diver without his mask is...

Read More

Haiti is a country that I love dearly
That's where I was born
That's where I took my first healthy breath
That's where I had my first inspiration
That's...

Read More

Overnight, the landscape has
More color and yet less
How’d I fall asleep on the East Coast
And wake up in the West?

Everybody is tattooed
Everybody is tattooed 
Uh-oh!...

Read More

...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the...

Read More

The Dreamless

Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward 
to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and
the embarrassment of teenage...

Read More