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Born to privileged status
All because I am white
How would life be different
if I arrived black as night?
Would I live on the streets
trying to survive?
Would I have work
or a car to drive?
Would Justice be blind
when it came to me?
Or would it be the color
of my skin it would see?
Would I understand a world
where progress is slow?
Where I'm judged by appearance
Instead of what I know
For me it's impossible
to fully understand
Living my life of privilege
I am still a white man
Entry 2
Red Detergent
I washed my soul, to achieve maximum Brightness
Used all the best religions, they promised Whitness
I scrubbed realy hard but couldn't get it clean
Washed it over and over like a good human being
The stains seemed permanent there before my eyes
Would my hope of Whiteness ever be realized?
I listened to Jesus knocking, then his quiet voice
He offered Red Detergent, as the best choice
blood that was spilled, his life sacrificed for me
The Lambs Whiteness, has made me stain free
Entry 3
The Whitness
I read your words
I try to comprehend
Ideas so complex
My mind starts to bend
I can't stop thinking
I am stuck in a trap
It's driving me crazy
I want my brain back
Sinking and sinking
I can't take any more
Poetry in motion
Eating at my core
Wait I see the answer
I'm not under attack
You provided the Whiteness
To help guide me back
Entries for the "Whiteness" contest
AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
MORTALS ALLEGE OWNERSHIP OF PURE KNOWLEDGE
TO DECODE AND ANSWER EVERY UNIVERSAL RIDDLE
LIVING WITHIN HEARTS AND MINDS IS PRIMAL RAGE
BLACK AS NIGHT WITH THE DEEPEST SHADE OF EVIL
BIOLOGICAL ENTITY EMBRACING PLANETARY MOTION
EVOLVE NOT BY MANIPULATIONS OF PRIME NUMBERS
CONSCIOUSNESS IS A RARE TRANSCENDENT POTION
FIRE AND ICE WILL NEVER EXTINGUISH LIKE EMBERS
THE MAGIC OF LOVE TELLS A TALE OF ENCHANTMENT
WHILE A QUINTESSENTIAL SPIRIT ALWAYS WONDERS
INCESSANTLY REACHING TO UNFURL THE FIRMAMENT
AT THE EDGE OF INFINITY AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
Written about 12 years ago
aboard a massive cruise liner
Starlight strata light
In quantum isolations
theoretical bridges crossing
Black as night Space deep personified
Tracing the membrane cosmic your intercourse
Of deities suicide
Divinities burn, zero moments zero-sum of silence quiet brilliant strata light
turning the black to a brilliant white
This the night of infinite symmetry
Cosmic oscillations bridge the burning night
Three seconds to midnight
Starlight strata light
In quantum isolations
theoretical bridges crossing
Black as night Space deep personified
Arcing in the deepest of space
Oscillations and radiations
burn through oblivion’ void
Darkness has covered the land no more light
No blooming flowers among the withering grass
The rivers are darker than the land, water like blood...red... dark red... blood red
Sadness lives in the hearts of men
The dark days are here to stay no light will ever come
Tears running from the eyes of our children no hope no future
Darkness living in the hearts of men, no hope
Death maybe our only salvation because living without hope is death
Darkness in our soul , pain in our heart
No life ....the land is has black as night
We are all praying for salvation
I here death calling out our names
Salvation is a door step away from this darkness
Praying for death , praying for the end of this darkness . Salvation...salvation...end this darkness
reach down beneath
mustard yellow tank
to the stopcock there
and opened the flow
to neutral shift
open the clutch
lightly in leap up
and kick down hard
blip the throttle
till the engine settles
click into gear
engage the clutch
open the throttle
the engine roars
the bike leaps ahead
and your smile spreads
in distance far
they softly hear
a soft murmur
growing near
a twisting road flows
through growing trees
and rolling hills
across the land
they can hear
the engine fade
and roar again
with each shifting gear
far away
on the last curve
they now can see
it growing near
bright sun glitters
on highlighting chrome
in nest of tubes
all black as night
the roaring gathers
rushing near
as the rider
races into view
tight black curls
over short beard
in wind ripples
flowing free
sleeveless vest
and blue jeans
cowboy boots
stained with oil
rushing by
his hand rising
a salute made
a fist in the air
the wind of passing
blows across you
scent of engine
and he heated oil
flying by
you can see
on shoulders broad
Triumph
racing away
the roaring fades
the rider dwindles
fading away
down the road
into twisting turn
among the trees
lost now from view
wind rushes freely
blowing through the clothes
cooling the sweat
from the sun beating down
shifting weight lightly
throttle and brakes work
setting up the line
for the next curve
aiming for nowhere
no goal is insight
just a open road
in afternoons light
I try to feel, i really do..
but absence of emotion, is brought on by you
I cant seem to smile, i cant seem to cry, i cant seem
to laugh, i cant seem to die...
I want to be me, but im just too afraid...
so i hide my emotions, each and every day.
All i want to do is love, but that seems like an
Unreachbale goal...
this stone face is taking its toll
It begins to grow weak, it begins to crack
This facade im maintaining, is fading to black
Black as night, losing myself in this shade,
I need the sun to find my old ways
When i could love and smile, and just be me, i hope
I can get back to the me in history.
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
He watched as she climbed to the top,
and when she stopped to look around, he found himself spell-bound -
She never knew that he was there---
He leaned far back against the rail,
watching as she searched the grounds
From here the city churches pierced the mist
and one could hear the hallowed sound
of mourning doves repeating vows, from shadows all around
As dusk closed in, and crowds had thinned, the two of them were left alone
The lonely light of summer air stirred her hair, now black as night.
A watchman came to lock the gate, he motioned them to follow him
He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
And then, by fate, ... they were a pair, alone to share the night
While holding hands they left as one
The sun was gone, the night was young
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
___________________________________________________
5/31/18
Contest: One/Nine/Sixteen
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Requirements:
Line 1: The spiral staircase hade her high heels sing
Line 9: From here the city churches pierced the mist
Line: 16: He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
We all have light inside us.
The good Lord put it there.
Sadly there are many
whose light they do not share.
Each person’s light will flicker
deep inside the soul.
Choosing to ignore it,
you cannot be made whole.
You never want to look into
the eyes of those whose light
died out (or never even flamed).
Their eyes are black as night.
We can’t expect just overnight
our light to brightly glow.
We have to nurture it each day
and help the light to grow.
I’ve looked into the eyes of those
whose light shines easily,
Their self -existent light shines love
to everyone they see!
June 5, 2023
for Unseeking Seeker's 'Self-existent light ' Poetry Contest
It isn't that often as time marches on
that my glad rags come out for a 'do',
more funerals now, each year more friends have gone,
and no births to welcome someone new.
But a forthcoming bash meant I should cut a dash
with some formal wear brought from retirement,
a jacket, single breasted , years past I invested,
it seemed to match my dress requirement.
With a shirt crisp and white, shoes, trousers black as night
and a tie, subtle shades of pale blue,
and the time came to leave, pushed my arms in my sleeves
but something was amiss, I just knew.
This didn't feel right, shoulders felt that bit tight
cuffs were far from my wrists as I looked,
and a mirror can't lie I could now see that I
looked quite like a baloney, half cooked.
I bent forwards and shrugged, both my shoulders I hugged
stomach in, and breathed out, shrank my chest,
the lapels wouldn't meet, I admitted defeat
it's a fact- my East wouldn't meet West.
Passing years and good living had not been forgiving
and although I picked clothes with good taste
maybe had been too proud, but my clothes weren't allowed
to keep up with the change round my waist.
No cursing and no shouts, so I still sauntered out
it annoyed me that I'd dropped a clanger,
ensemble concluded, it visually alluded
to an airship just leaving it's hangar.
And the colored girls sing (A tribute to Lou Reed)
“Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets”
Dragging the soul of a contender
who painted crooked lines and dotted futures
Spinning lies on the edges of gossamer wings,
then lickin her lips, black as night patterned velvet
while tracing underground sidewalks in glittered graffiti
and menu’d offerings
“Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat”
Digging in the pockets of her intended victims,
tossing lint to the curb in puddles of drool
Singing in a voice louder than her grumbling stomach
now exposed to the harsh winter of tomorrow
as foot soldier scarves in drab green
wrap her twisting ankles from the cold
“Went to the Apollo”
Standing in a long line for a ticket
to this sold out show, basking in the marquee lights
Collecting auditions from drifters
and finding her melody in a passing taxi,
yellow as her checkered present,
ignoring her cries to be ridden
“You should have seen him go, go, go”
Exhaust fumes mixed with knock off Channel #5
and scraping stiletto heels sparking on the emotions
of an ill fitting t-shirt with Lou Reed’s face stretched
to the limits of her darkly carved wild side,
she falls in line, fourth from the right
as metronome earrings sway in rhythm
“and the colored girls sing…”
The quoted lines are from the Lou Reed song, “Walk on the Wild Side”