Long Architects Poems

The many blessings taking classes at Saint Marks Catholic Church safe guarding gods children arch dioceses of Milwaukee raising my granddaughter from walking my pre schooler to our lady of mount Carmel kindergarten St Theresa...

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Date: December 2040

Damian is on the phone speaking 
With architects.  He made
Airline and hotel reservations.
 Soon Afterwards he went 
To Molly and caressed her away from
From a sweet dream. "Hey, baby girl."
He sat on...

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My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery,
Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real.
I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes,
Their innocence smashed, face down on the concrete...

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I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s not so much in how I was raised but in...

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Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from...

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During the days before the 
Vacation began FIRST: there
was a thunderous knock on
The door of Damian Hakim's 
Residence. Damian Junior ran
To answer the door.  But
Damian was disturbed in his
den by the omenous knock.
Damian asked...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: II            (699 of 1487 words)

#9: Days of...

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THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was totally the opposite of anyone who strives to form the...

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Imagine with me
that your local
political
economic community,
municipality,
bioregion
is a communication network
already at hand,
like a potentially benign kingdom
or mutually informed democracy,

Which is what some residents actively hope for
as a peaceful sacred communion
and others engage in active voting campaigns
and...

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Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s...

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After the creation of things
They where all created
But in the world of imagination
Many live as creators
Existing in weird


The created creator,
The poet, I've never imagine 
As a child
I've ever thought of treasure
Never discover the new world


The...

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Though virtual reality wasn't new, I hadn't ever once tried it,
Yet the concept fascinated me, like beauty's mysterious secret.

It seemed that the new experience, would be one I would enjoy,
So in eagerness I scheduled a...

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The truth was, we very well could go back,
But there was sudden authority and determination in his voice
It was the first time I ever respected Benjamin
The first time and only that I ever liked holding...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes...

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The air is thick with the weight of things unchosen,
paths untrodden, doors closed but never quite sealed.
A shadow clings to every decision,
the ghost of every road not taken,
whispering — what if, what if, what if.
We...

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What is it to dwell in the realm of melancholy? Is it merely a cloak of desolation that we wear, or rather a wave of sorrow that engulfs us, rendering us incapable of envisioning a...

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Perplexity of man has given birth
to all the suns that fill the universe.
A world at war shall advocate its worth
as Armageddon’s architects converse.
Their brilliancy sets forth upon a path
to glean the pits of Hell where...

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NINE MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip
spoken’ Word
 
I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/
 
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of...

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After the rain, 
the Sun will rise again
we have been in darkness since they arrived
in their caravan of dreams with empty promises of change, 
and constructive untruths, with which they tricked us to abandon our...

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Under the enigmatic veil of twilight, where whispering winds unveil ancient secrets,
I traverse the caverns of my mind, a traveler in the land of shadows and echoes.
The gaze of the future, cold and unyielding, descends...

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A torment of pain transcended the eons of my ethnicity, engraving on the white pyramids of Chichen-Itza my life. Walking the pebbled courtyards and confronting the descendants of my own slaughtered and sacrificed families these...

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They sowed chaos to claim their peace.
A few wars to realize their dreams.
They sell chains wrapped in freedom’s guise,
Spitting laws applied only to the weak.

They paint bombs in the colors of morality,
Parade mirages with a...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
 or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
 ...

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Beneath the sunlit dome of sky,
Where whispers of winds and rivers sigh,
Lies a shadow, a wound unhealed,
The truth of mankind, long concealed.

We stand, architects of dreams and light,
Yet builders, too, of endless night.
The seeds of...

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