The color of our Skin — became
A Sentence — without Trial —
A Verdict etched in newborn Flesh
By History’s heartless Style —
The Cradle learned to Rock with Hate
Before it learned a Hymn —
And Lullabies were stitched with Fear
And Warnings sewn within —
The Eye was trained to hunt in Shades
As they would invent Crime —
As if the Dark were Evidence
And Light — my Alibi —
The Whip remembers every Back
The Chain — each silent Throat —
The Earth still tastes the Iron Blood
That soaked the Killing Fields —
We buried Children with their Names
Still trembling on the Tongue —
Because a Color dared to live
Before its Breath began —
No Angel stayed the trembling Hand
No Heaven interfered —
The Sky learned how to look away
While Men became what they feared —
And now the Graves are organized
By Melanin and Bone —
The Soil keeps perfect Record Books
Of which were left — alone —
If God still counts our Genocide
The Tally is too vast —
For Skin was never born of Rage —
Yet Rage is all it gave —
The Color was not the Enemy —
The Enemy was Sight —
That learned to make a Target out
Of every shade of Light —
How then shall I sleep and dream,
when I close my eyes those scenes stream unabated clip by clip
from memories of the times I wasted?
Youthful follies say the wizened old
who lived in times of long ago when paths were certain
with well-planned markers paved upon the way.
Dreams were simply monsters pushed back into closets
and hidden under beds;
prim and proper ruled the day and eschewed the night,
forgotten whimsies used to frighten wayward children.
Obligations interfered when the storm of you came rushing in
to crash against the breakers on the beach of duty to my class,
with walls of aristocracy preventing breaches ~
There is no room for pauper poets in those mansions
far above the stormy shore.
Visual premise of extreme stipulation of emergency declaration.
1. Soldiers on ground in real time in the state being represented.
2. Unaffordable Wage
3. Wages presence indicates War Acts in 24 response.
4. Loss of life cannot be interfered with, only observed.
5. Caution at and as Post to remind one need deploy declaration as executive order and gather haste to governance. Governance is governors post.
6. Turn the war positive in retrieve of life in doors as much as actual document and improve.
7. Federal violations of code meaning we cannot create life in language only by asserted commands.
Removal of Post has no observation above?
You wished God upon another's certificate as pork?
The agency of volume created by poet
Resigned post is record in failures sums
Greed and impotent arrogance
Threat is well aware of its hiding
Convict it as yourself follow conveigniently
to the slaves prison as slave for
slaves wage is feed
A car was parked illegally;
The hydrant wasn’t cleared,
Plus it was by a nursing home
And might have interfered.
I never would have noticed it,
But signage did impart
That a tow truck would be coming
‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start.
Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops
Who rarely have the choice
About issuing a ticket to
A reprobate Rolls Royce!
The echo returns not,
No one seems to hear my heart cry,
I’m alone in a devoid state,
I wonder if it’s all part of fate.
The echo returns not,
The songs of redemption that we sing,
Come from troubled and despondent souls,
We wonder when we will reach our goals.
The echo returns not,
It’s somewhere interfered in time,
We labour from daylight to twilight,
Only to walk in dimmed lamplight.
The echo returns not,
The threads cannot be woven,
We don’t stand with one voice,
Complacency is the majority’s choice.
The echo returns not,
The moon reflects on sad faces,
Hope is lost in the mist,
As we sit at a gloomy feast.
March 19, 2025.
I don’t want to die
He whispers with tears in his eyes “I don’t want to die”
His breath taken away from him
As his life in front of him is grim
His joy & happiness has disappeared
As the disease has interfered
Once able to stand and walk
Now is unable to clearly talk
His voice has been taken away from him
As the disease moves through his limbs
Softly he whispers “I don’t want to die”
And slowly asks “why”
Once a strong man
As the disease began
Taking parts of him
As his life and breath become dimmed
Taking every part of a man
This wasn’t suppose to be the plan
He lived for 83 years
As his life just disappears
In six weeks they say
As his body is in decay day by day
Suffering in silence
As each living moment is gift that is timeless
Watching him slip away day by day
As a tear runs down his face and he says “I just want to stay”
Sometimes, our bucket list gets larger.
At other times, it is likely to get smaller.
There are times, parts of the list disappear,
not because we achieved them, but because we
were forced to rearrange or eliminate them.
Getting acquainted with the Amish in Michigan,
Ohio or Pennsylvania became too far away, or
health issues interfered, or your interest
in the subject matter diminished, or you did
not want to go alone. The bucket list gets
replaced by or becomes a new list of reasons
you cannot execute the original bucket list.
You'd love to revisit that tall smoke tower that
you yelled through as a child and listened to its echo.
You would love to see friends you haven't seen since
childhood; since High School; since you moved 2000
miles away. Teachers, preachers, your children's birthplaces.
Oh, the list is endless. You treasure the past, and the last
thing you want to say is, 'No'. In your heart, you wish to God
that it wasn't so. But facing reality, you resign to 'let it go'.
“Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
– Mr. Beaver (The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)
THE LION OF JUDAH
Majestic mane - wind pets the fur
where no earthling can stroke.
His roar like thunder-blast, no purr -
sacrificed lamb awoke.
Lion couches in paradise -
Fierce and fearless; revered
His life for ours - the purchase price.
Christ rose…and interfered
with mock-lion - serpent unmasked.
Judah’s great paw strikes head
of the venomous snake, as tasked.
Man born, reborn…sin’s dead.
Terror to ears, frenzy of brain -
fearsome to all mortals.
Pleasing to His; drives lost insane.
Each to his own portals.
In end, all will bow at His throne
by roar of His sceptre -
Jesus Christ’s name, no greater known.
His chosen Bride - He rewards her.
3/24/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Before the mainevent
A fella from Canada
The All Aisain World's
Champion hoped to
Unify his title against
the German All pro
Champ. Both men
Wrestled 45 mens
To a draw. After the
Bell the referee with
Advice from members
Of the championship
Committee, awarded
The All Asian Champion
The bout, due to the
Referees three count
At the last seconds of
The match.
But in the mainevent both represent Ives were announced
as world champions and gave a world class performance.
47:31 seconds into the bout both masked champions took
exception to being snobbed by the media and fans, and
Interfered in the bout.For ten minutes these men ruined a world class performance. Both lockerrooms cleared, and all of the interfered were escorted from ringside. The doctors found both men were able to
resume, and the match continued. Then at 55:55 of the restated match,
A man in a yellow mask with "they are me" on his tights, and
"I'm invisible on his shirt" came from under the ring. He unseen by the referee, used a chain and knocked out both grapplers. The bout ended in
A double countout!
That Diaspora represent a piece of my identity,
Strewed my views on the squires of taciturnity,
Inconspicuous lines and depictions,
And then there's the pencil wizard,
Follow my body's rhythms, that I used to bury,
A meandering deer in the tangle of conscience,
I interred it in the depths of my gentle soul,
He was doused in letter ink,
I interfered with him in some proper link,
The beater is nipped by a beehive,
Following the poke scores another shove,
Silence and no ardour, to mitigate brain's fury,
An ink would be dainty, to soothe mind's rage,
The gap was scared, so he squeezed a sunrise,
Swollen and grown, with that slammer,
Reluctantly urge her to endow what she's realized,
I swore an oath of ultimate devotion.
Her moral sins were washed by the Lord.
You didn't hook sight of her fastening orbs.
Twilight's deeper level starts eagerly with a rally.
Written: February 20, 2022
A baby salamander
In the middle of the road
Seemed in danger of a horrifying end,
So I thought I would transport him
To the grasses on the berm
Or a car would squish him coming ‘round the bend.
When I placed a leaf before him
He resisted crawling on
So I prodded just a bit ‘til he came ‘round,
But he wasn’t quite secure
Because when I picked up the leaf
That little creature fell right off and hit the ground.
After several more attempts
He’d made it safely to the side
And I left him where the traffic wouldn’t go,
Yet I wondered if perhaps
He wished I hadn’t interfered
Though, of course, there isn’t any way to know.
of its own accord, crown stirred
it was then, our mind interfered
bliss wonder of what might have been
remained unknown, losing its sheen
methinks the unknown, is yet feared
28-July-2021
There is no beached whale
though a walrus protecting the sea
Whom will attack anyone
invading his territory.
Capsizing boats or kayaks then
killing many aboard
Causing serious harm and tusks
with dominance they've roared.
Ahh the walrus-stay clear from
If you see one on the shore
Run away without delay
Don't stand there to explore.
Respect them from a distance
at home behind a screen,
Though they are great like mammals
Yet like people, can be mean.
Imagine 2 tonnes chasing you
for you've interfered with mating
Well that's a thought I just caught and
now could use sedating!
I want to live my life in my own way
Atleast for a day
I don't want to care about what people will say
Wheather they call me a lesbian ar a gay
I just want live my life in my own way
Atleast for a day
The one' who interfere in my life
I wish I could kill them with my knife
If I have interfered in anyones life
I really apologize
please stop interfering if you want me to survive
Till the time I am alive
I really want to know why everyone interfere in my life
Sometimes I am told to act shy
It becomes a rumor if I like a guy
Peoplesed ask me you talk to boys so much but why
I always hear that girls do but boys dont on cry
To ignore all this, to my best I try
But at the end all I can do is cry.
That's why I want to live my life in my own way
Atleast for a day.
All alone
By the side of the
Creek
Dreaming and
Even
Feeling the
Gusts of wind
Have
Interfered with my
Joyful repose
Keeping
Little
Musings
Notes to myself
On a
Parchment, inked by my
Quill pen
Resting
Smiling as Sundown
Takes light from the sky
Until darkness blankets the creek
Very slowly a storm approaches
Waiting until St. Francis
Xavier sends a
Young owl to guide me home where
ZZZs of sleep fill the night
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