Masters Poems

nihonshu - sake

My master’s degree's a senior’s cruise - most of the other students are thirty and even forty-somethings. Good for them, for making the (75K) investment, it’s hard, and they all look very serious. I am too, of course.

It’s busy and constant - but it’s business analysis - it's not hard, like chemistry (see retrosynthetic analysis)

cruel masters

sometimes there are cruel masters
who sneer and inflict pain for no reason at all.
i do not know where they come from — why do they come at all — or where they go
and so i am always afraid. 
today i awoke and felt anxious and sad
i wondered, “will it get worse?”
the sunlight is pure truth
and

Unborn Me

Where am I?
Don't tell me I'm in Nigeria
Did I tell you I want to be born here
Is this wickedness or something.

Where am I?
Why Africa why not the world?
Why subject me to the colonial masters
Why making me a slave to westerners.

Where am I?
Why the world why not Heaven?
Is this mere wickedness or Ignorance?
Why bring me to

Notes on jailbreak

Ok, there’s no jailbreak.
Make room for my innocent alter ego,
because there’s nothing to rebel against.

There are zero classes in my nascent,
year-long, Harvard master’s degree.
They call it ‘self directed study’
and like rockets have stages,
I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’

Am I suddenly at Oxford University?
They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes).
Or am I suddenly grown up and

the sorting hat

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.

Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.

I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.

As we finished our morning

a moving experience

I’ve moved out (of school),
I’m moving in (to school).
My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’

Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true
I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days.
You have to admire the efficiency.

Do I have your permission to bear my soul?
I might have imposter syndrome.
I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly

The Masters

The Romans were totally amazing
Whatever the arts they were so astounding
The sculptures touch 
The painter's brush
Beyond perfection unrivalled praising

The puppet masters

A world built on secrets, masters who seek to destroy
You play with our minds like a child with a toy.

You put guns in the hands of innocents and tell them there is a war to be won.
Putting nation against nation knowing a sea of blood over the lands will run.

You abandon the old and indoctrinate

The Masters

The Romans were totally amazing
Whatever the arts they were so astounding
The sculptures touch 
The painter's brush
Beyond perfection attracted unrivalled praising

The Masters Touch

The Masters Touch

Your gentle touch
has saved my life
healed the wounds
of a life of strife.

Your gentle touch
has helped me see
the ripened fruit
of the living tree.

Your gentle touch
grabbed me by the hand
and pulled me from
the sinking sand.

Your gentle touch
reached down from the cross
and purchased me 
at great cost.

Your gentle touch
will carry me home
and I will kneel
at your

The Three Masters

A gang of three guys displaying their flairs
Nonplus by the grin boy with curly hairs
Horror by the toothless teen
perfectly suits Halloween
As if he is Holmes, the third puts on airs.

The Last Bookworm

Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right, 
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves 
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded

Dereliction of Duty

From the top to the bottom, 
The world is nothing
If not a flaming cauldron
Pulling us in, you, me, each and every one
Down a slippery slope

Into the breach
Because we can and must,
And when it comes
How do you rise to meet the tide,
Or do you waiver, falter and fall?

This moment when there is just you
How do you

Masters of reality

Their crossing the border by thousands
Another story they sell

Better get ready for ww3, fear,confusion 
The sound of their bell

It's been that way for as long as I can tell
Running out of ideas and lies that they sell

Story never changed its now wearing thin
Love your brothers and sisters
Let the new age begin

Immigration,inflation world wars too
Running out

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The school year’s ending.  ‘Spring Fling’ is tonight (Saturday) the biggest event (concert) of the year, and next week - final exams. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be a senior in about 2 weeks - when the chips are counted, and junior year is cashed out.

I can remember sitting in my little covid-prison

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