Long Reprise Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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We need to talk.

Is this one of those times
where you need to talk
and I must pretend to listen
while you rant?

Well, yes,
if you could extend this favor.

Your topic?

Social Darwinism.

Isn't that the birthplace of unfettered Capitalism
and Fascism
and...

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If political scientists study power relationships,
could economists study interior and exterior communications
for cooperative/competitive nurturing for/against
empowerment/disempowerment
integral win/win health association
through disintegrating
pathologica win/losel 
dissociation trends?

Both political and economic researchers,
one and all together,
of sound neurologically wealthy
monotheistic AnthroMind
and ecologically healthy...

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Prelude

After banishing my foe off to hell
The Lord took pity on my soul 
And returned it to my undead shell
Again, I was alive and whole

But the consequences of a second chance
Meant that I would have...

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The force of the righteous is full of the misguided, a forsaken realm to which we're never invited.  
The gullible minds of weakness, led by their own obliqueness.
"Take your children (Psalms)  and thrash...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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Then through the mist, the Sun was set ablaze
and all beneath its realm fell to their knees.
‘Twas but a fire that filled the coming days
as mortal ashes wafted through the breeze.
Her wreckage wailed in bellowing...

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RODNEY CUP:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Chorus:
Aww.. Awww... 
Rodney's Cup
Better days aged, 
Better days wretched 
Around the corner is bloomer,
Inside the room is the beholder,
Alterations on my robe,makes me reprise, 
All stands for a big fact...

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Gay Rights are not Civil Rights
grabs my Yahoo facetime
fast-paced news rhyme

Civil Rights are not just Gay Rights
on my administrative time
bounces back a Left WhiteHouse reprise
that Civil Rights
include Gay Rights
as a necessary subset,
but not multiculturally sufficient...

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As allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force,
the blood of British sons infuse the sand.
They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course
for they have failed to gain the upper hand.
And, so they wait as devastation rides
upon...

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As frothing wakes unveil a racing tide 
a frontal surge unleashed intended taunt,
‘twas but a strafe to lead the prey outside
then strike a blow amidst the faring jaunt.
To draw first blood, then front them with...

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Let hope rely upon your Maginot
for swift retort has choked your Gallic might.
It crushed your will beneath its undertow
as diligence receded in the fight.
Your flailing forces teeter on defeat
and any hint of truce shall be...

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The emptiness is left with no resolve
for all the stars in Heaven have maligned.
Your God has let morality devolve
into the darkest days of humankind.
A war to end all wars has spawned revenge,
the madness seeks to...

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When all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth,
a light was quelled beneath the mantled dawn.
The aftermath lent anger in rebirth
when apathy was scorched by Nippon brawn.
A swift emergence reckoned in retort
by orchestrating strength to...

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I would have sought some beautiful retreat,
Remote from cities and the din of men, ~
Some tranquil shore where lake and forest meet
By limpid stream or flower-lit, sylvan glen,
And would have reared, where non could e'er...

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1. My sins may be an alarmist
hitting me hard with heavy fist
Your glory, I want to be near
my soul to you, I feel no pier
a flowerless life like lichen
you stop my spirit from itching
thank you...

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Gordon Lightfoot was born on Nov. 17, 1938, in Orillia, Ca.
His first concert at Massey Hall in Toronto, encouraged by his parents,
He won a contest for boys with unmodified voices prior to turning 13.
In the early...

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~ (~) "Because yes I believe as well-true abhorrence is the springboard for more pain, love 
is the land of peace that lie between." "Denial the raging river running through it!" (~) ~


~ (~) "Who...

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"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full...

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Normandy

For man to set alight his earthly pyre 
was destined from the capture of the spark.
T’was mere survival harnessing its fire
to lift his primal world out of the dark.
It seared his prey, it warmed his...

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Decided to go visit the long-lost relatives  
I'd  left when I broke away from family
To find myself as a teenager.
             ...

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And so I ponder my frailities as give giveness to the/they that are in response to my/your parental misgivings, the way windward wade their roughened cinder complexities confided to an annotated disgfiured desire-repost postured, annotized...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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