I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime
Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress
ICE is cold, enforcing arrests
Or anywhere, nonetheless
For a green card is meaningless
Now a tourist destination
Gaza's newest sensation
Take over plans for a Riviera
Palestine people’s tierra*
Taken; territory sovereign
New rich owner YOU ONLY gain
Who be the beneficiaries
Billionaire contemporaries
For undoence he’s called a hero
Those sacrificed their life for, zero
Those fought for everyone’s freedom
In vain forgotten in this new kingdom
Unbeknownst me how it plays out
Living in the USA, peace-out
Why does the world feel like an oxymoron?
They say world is simple yet a marathon!
They say don't ever give up come on!
Yet many of the people just forgone.
Why do my statements feel paradoxical?
I love to imagine yet words come real.
I believe in the phrase, think before you speak
Still, I find melodious words playing hide and seek.
Why do my experiences feel like a repetition,
Instead of consonants the shortcomings form alliteration.
Why does it feel true if it is just hallucination?
Thinking if it has already happened causes perplexion.
Why do I find myself as a transferred epithet?
Am I cheerful person, or it is just my dopamine?
Am I a lil insighted or it is just my mind?
What I wonder most is what the heck is 'I'??
Why does my life feel personified?
The passion here whispers and the time flies...
When alone, the silence knocks while the nostalgia mocks,
And then my mind and heart have a nice talk!
unrhymed quintets
Short-sighted sorts are better left unsaid;
but I’ll let you in on what I mean;
near-sighted neighbors are just plain nosy.
At close range they can read the bottom line.
Blind-sighted beings must guess at what's there.
Far-sighted folks focus on distance
and can see the buds on the trees
in the front yard from the back forty.
Short-sighted sorts, well I don't want to say;
Fore-sighted fellows can see ahead what is not.
Know-sighted kindred? rudely arrogant
looking down their long noses at others.
You-sighted yahooes? they’re somewhat selfish.
Insighted icons claim they see through you;
short-sighted sorts? self-explanatory.
written 28 April, 2016