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The World is Bleeding

...The world is bleeding
We stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking in fear on our Earth,
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming,
With pools of blood flowing.

Warplanes blanket the sky.
V...

TO YOU, THE TRAITORS

...To all those house *******, alienated by the darkness of the Republic,
You have forgotten the horrors of slavery and colonization,
To believe in the delusions of assimilation and integration.
Know...

Raging Fire Hollow Hearts

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Written: January 22, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Quote: “In the dynamic world society which is the objective of the United Nations, all peoples must have eq...

I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press

...I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press...

for enlightening my senses
to the evocative, reciprocative
and suffocative
auditory and visual material
publicized in The Nation
magazine J...

The Twelve Days Of Christmas

...The Twelve days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me, I think that’s the police up there. So I drove them up against a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas, ...

Macabiloquent Mastery

...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav...

'Forward Brave Souls' Victims of Ambition's Merciless Will

...“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” 
– General George Pickett

Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze
Stood Pickett with his face etched...

ASTAROTH

...In the battlefields, weapons are volatile.
 When the sinister charm of the angel of death preaches the gospels of chaos.
 When the greed of bloodthirsty people defiles the purity of freedom, equali...

Stars Of Clarity

...
I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t...

Words

...I write the saddest things just to see if I feel. 
This is real
 Depression
Repression 
The world holds us back
Words on the attack
My imagination does not lack
Love  hate
Different aspects o...

Disorientation

...My distant spirit is dying, 
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered. 

In the ...

Justice

...She cries for the slain,
She mediates for the oppressed,
She opens the door for the innocent,
She avenges the tortured.

Her voice is heard on the streets,
Where the feet of the downtrodden tre...

Before Toussaint and Jean Jacques Dessalines

...Before
Toussaint and Dessalines
It was nothingness
Organs, guts and spleens
Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads
Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray
Were treated worse than anim...

The Homecoming

...It was in late October in the year nineteen seventy three
That the war in South Vietnam was finally over for me
I boarded the seven o seven and couldn't wait to get going
A non military plane,...

A Bit of a Story Teller

...He is eight and confused. He has been borrowing ideas all year.
He asked his classmate if he could copy off her.
She has always said yes until today.
Maybe four weeks of copying was enough?
Now h...

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