Long Verdicts Poems

The personal is political and I take the political quite personal

and please do not get me wrong because I am not one to moan

for only those taking responsibility themselves should be allowed

to criticize what the...

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When the twinkling trust
of tamarind tides, 
cascades in catastrophes
and turmeric-tinted tulips
become a treason for sun temples ~
I slowly drift like a diluted drop,
ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx,
where the nefarious nightglows
unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon,...

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You View Me Arrogant- Beholding My Values Bullish.
I’m A Problem Inevitable- Only In The Eyes Of The Foolish
A Philosopher, In The Thoughts Of The Wise,
For I Refuse To Take A Step Before I Think It...

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there flies a bird as white as life,
an ugly, peaceful dove,
 which carries darkness in its beak,
 the poem wroth with love:
 the farmer wakes at morning,
 weak with pain and ache;
there's no peace in...

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        Black boxes atop a vintage shelf
            adorned with dust of opinions groan.
    ...

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My grief is a tide that rises and falls without warning, sweeping away the familiar shores of my being.

I write to you not as a poet but as a fellow bearer of sorrow, for the...

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JUST CAUSE

Without cause, teachers, classmates, and neighborhood kids mocked at my pitiful station of poorness and entrenchment in painful shyness, calling me dreadful names that chipped away at my soul.

At my first job as a...

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I rise from the white-wine siesta,
letting go of the serpentine songs,
like a crimson-winged dragonfly
lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone,
untangling my prisoned heart
chained by the churning
deceit of Hades’s immortal chains,
savoring pomegranate promises,
pirouetting through petrichor nirvana,
as...

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Whenever I drown in the river of tears,
You have always been there to overcome all my fears;
Your guidance has every time thrown light in the path of darkness,
The beatings given by you resisted me to...

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Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved...

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Hopeless beings walk in reckless sin
Seek and search for a place of eternal
cling,
We flock houses of worship
But instead we engage in some spiritual
War-Ship
Instead of seeking the fathers Lordship,
Our outward appearance may seem so
pleasant
Our verbal prowess...

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Loving People
By Curtis Johnson

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time
I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind
He was...

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The twelve were coming in …, 
twelve like gods, with sealed fates.
Mortals with keys to death and dungeons of hell, 
where devils walked in numbers, and are owned; 
they are someone’s belongings. I could not...

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Sometimes, we expect 
the sun to rise and smile,
through hazy hellish clouds
carrying vindictive 
verdicts of venomous vultures, 
surmising hues of 
ink to pierce through 
pores of this bleeding pen,
imagining rainbows 
will unravel colors,
in violent violets...

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"The Looped Vision of Futures"



The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time 
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry

hockey pucks struck by 
the quiet hidden...

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Can the world be made better by stacking our Courts
With immoderate friends that we trust share our views?
Is Court’s dignity served, are its verdicts revered,
Does it mean I’m ‘supreme’ when a fluke helps my side?
Is...

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Criticism flows easily from some.
To me, it often mirrors deep unrest.
Their barren days crave meaning,
So they lash out at those who walk in peace.
Criticizing becomes habit—becomes breath.
A friend—or so I thought—
Blamed me for loving poetry...

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Western Justice
It was known just as "The Tree"
It was on the fence line of Jade Ranch
And on the wizened, hardened oak
Was a limb, known as "The Branch"

On the branch hung seven ropes
Of seven different lengths
Depending...

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At last, Mr. J Bugman is now a retired Judge-man.

For many years he has punished many, spared few.

His verdicts never alter even if there is no hangman.

He had no rest, no serenity, working is all...

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Too many bruises
to recall the story
of my scars.

Surviving all these disasters:
an invaluable blessing.

Remaining whole
in this jungle
where liars,
hypocrites,
and impostors
thrive.

No joy
in shining through cowardice,
submission,
and betrayal.

A procession of zealous traitors,
blinded by hatred.

Always on edge
since the placenta,
like a child...

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Calmness enlighten soul. .
With sensation 
Situated within he's heart: compassion,  uniqueness of the perks only I will know. 

Who's going to care about
Acting those meanful words. 

Who's never going to offend .. 
Who's going...

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The lone star rolls up on the little rock
From his state of my way, highway ego
He scoffs at the inconvenience of a road
And at the X, tells me which way my bow ought to go

So...

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Mendacities wear smiles made of porcelain with teeth more the stature of fangs which drip poison of an end to which I find myself entrusted; shattering is for the mirrors, and being is the soul’s...

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As the clock continues to move forward;
    Seconds to minutes, then hours to days.
The time allows more thought of beyond,
    What lies ahead and how many ways.

This journey is...

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When Stephen laid his charges out,
Both devastating and severe,
His verdict then left little doubt,
Delivered boldly, without fear,
Held nothing back, his message clear:

“You stiff-necked folk, you never learn,
Uncircumcised in hearts and ears.
The Holy Spirit always spurned;
Just...

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