Trees tilted,
Weighted by bodies hung,
The truth sits in the branches above,
The stench of death burrows,
Rotting the soil,
Growth killed by injustice itself,
Heavy is the tree who screams with no mouth,
Heavy is the tree with tears turned into a drought.
Swinging back and forth,
Onlookers filled with joy,
A Black body, a Black boy,
No more will he smile,
Just an empty shell -
Well, well, well,
A story as old as time -
A Black boy found dead in the south,
The story they will tell -
He hung himself.
The truth shall set you free,
And yet freedom only works when white holds the key,
The truth is ugly,
But dressed in a white cloak it becomes pretty,
The tree -
A silent witness to this tragedy
Fire in the belly, fire in the eyes
Fire as protection or a smoke disguise
Fire laden rhetoric, incendiary lies
Fire filled with warmth, fire follows drought
We'll keep rubbing sticks together till the last one burns out
We have played with fire ever since we stole it from the gods
We're bound to keep on playing cause we like to play the odds
Someone will get burned
Some will just burn out
There isn't any wonder cause the scars'll leave no doubt
Fire raging wild, keep it from a child
No way to make it stay controlled
No way to keep it mild
It has raged throughout the ages it has never been snuffed
From the lips or from the pages til we say we've had enough
Sakura, blooming late in March
Midori, green like rice fields wide
Kitsune, as old as time itself
Kimono, crimson and white as pearl
Kunoichi, brave and strong
Miko, dedicated and true
Kiriko, my heart beats for you <3
better
I’m finally starting to feel normal (I had the flu)
It’s hard to read or write with shifting temperatures
to make the mental notes required for homework
to focus on the clinical, virtual classes that put me to sleep.
It’s a story as old as time - girl catches something
and either she dies or she doesn’t.
So today (Sunday) feels sharp, tactile and earned.
The Grammy’s are on tonight - does anyone watch them any more?
With so many artists finding and building audiences online rather
than on radio and the fading print media, getting a Grammy in 2026 seems like a secondary co-sign of success rather than some life changing achievement.
THAT being said, I think it’ll be a big year for Chappell Roan, Teddy Swims, Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx.
See ya!
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2026 Grammy nominated songs:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Beautiful People (Stay High) by The Black Keys
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter
Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan
A Sky Arched Canvas
Arched by rays of sunshine,
Out of the womb
Of breaking water,
She came:
A dome of the Earth:-
No less than always,
Has been her crowning beauty:
A reflective multi-hued bouquet,
Only God can gather and arrange:-
She’s as old as time,
Yet, her hemispheric radiance,
Has not been altered by it:-
From time immemorial,
The world has been privileged
To her radiant glow:
Little else has been as beautiful
As God’s canvassing, cosmic rainbow:-
HUNGER’S AWARENESS BOAST
I have no boundaries,
And an unusual equanimity;
My equality is most extraordinary:-
The world over, there’s my shared pity;
Like death, I practice a weird democracy:-
Matters not to me, who and where you may be
I’m there in all cities, states, and every country:-
There will always be a luscious place for the old me;
I’ve survived in the best and the poorest family:-
I’m as old as time, and still here, ticking too:-
Y’all better get on to what you need to do;
I may soon be coming to visit with you:-
You may think this is all really funny,
But one day, you may cry with me:-
Juicy Couture
Juicy Couture
Dont make ish like this no more
Bring back good fashion
SHEIN is tired
Wool, silk, linens
Put polyester in a fire
The fads have faded
Trends are tired
Give us proper clothes
Our situation is dire
This waste, this consumption
Our society is plagued
This greed, this hunger
Buying through guilt and rage
A human hole
Fill it with stuff
Emotions take hold
Fill it with fluff
No depth
Less dimension
Sorrowfully empty
Riddled with tension
It tugs, it pulls
Waits for your truth
It gnaws, it scream
Be the sleuth
No one can understand
First, you must learn
Self-discovering journey
Then peace you will earn
No hole, only hope
No greed, but gratitude
Find yourself chanting
No woes, but platitudes
Their tales old as time
Hold truth in every rhyme
Follow a life of your design
Don't believe it?
This is the sign.
I am sick with want
a hand to touch
a kiss to hold
an ache for something
old as time, but new and
blooming.
To feel my teeth against
teeth
To laugh at how simple
falling in love is
To love, stupid fumbling
love, unendingly
to open my heart
I levitated from the lions den
I rose to the sky with a golden crown
covered in emeralds and diamonds on my head
Now it's time to take back what's mine ! I said with fury
Another beautiful day! everything that could've killed me
I overcame, I am proud to still be standing
Grateful for every second and hour of my 24
because in a tale as old as time there was an eight year old girl
who fought depression, bullying and Life itself
that was as bright as Star, with the might! of a demigod
written in legend, she was the prophecy of the doom of once was called order.
She was a rude awakening to mankind, she had an eye of a tiger.
Where is God hiding,
within this organic form,
a question as old as time.
Oh revered hermit,
both heart and the fontanel,
shine with light of the heavens.
Time gets old as age
As beauty gets old as time
Song as old as rhyme.
HIS SKY ARCH CANVASSING
Seeded by seminal rays
Of sunshine,
Out of the pregnant womb
Of breaking water,
She comes;
Doming over
The throne of earth:-
No less than always,
Her crowning has been
A reflective multi-hued
Bouquet only God
Can gather and
Gloriously arrange:-
As old as time–
But not altered by its history–
Is her everlasting
Hemispherical radiance:-
From time immemorial,
The world has been
Privileged to see
Her radiant, colorful glow:
Nothing has been as beautiful
As God’s creative cosmic rainbow:-
Injustice, a tale as old as time,
Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime.
From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call,
The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall.
Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right?
The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight.
No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist,
While the poor, with nothing to offer, are crushed, and their lives, dismissed.
In African lands, innocent souls are jailed each day,
Their freedom, a luxury, they cannot afford to pay.
A young man's fate, a stark reminder of this cruel plight,
Sentenced to death for stealing a fowl, 14 years of endless night.
His parents, worn by grief, their hearts, a heavy burden bear,
Their son, a victim of injustice, with no one to care.
How did we sink so low? Who'll rise to right this wrong?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the poor must unite, and be strong.
United, they can challenge the predators in human disguise,
And fight against injustice, with a collective, courageous cry.
(“Glimpsing Hokusai”, 2017, original encaustic)
Intifada aka “Kill the Jews!”
While we were sleeping content in our lives
Something dark and ugly was growing inside
Spreading across the lawns, and fibers of the net
An intifada of hate as old as time,
For those People of the Book who hold the power
Maybe we fear, maybe we envy.
“Kill the Jews” was once tolerated,
Then condemned in shame,
And now pridefully in distain proclaimed.
“Kill the Jews” may sound hip and cool
Until you realize where this led last time,
And how a Jew is no different from you.
Everyone now who’s saying it,
Gleeful as you rise up to burn again,
What it’s taken so long to build,
Consume with a hate as old as time.
But how will you feel in the morning
When the next wave comes for you…
(11/25/24)
Do you ever wonder why when girls name themselves
They always choose the names of flowers it's because we were meant to be wild
We were meant to dance barefoot on hallowed ground
To long for the moon
We were born of stars, of the Earth
Oceans and Rivers
In our veins lies a magic as old as time itself
These bodies heavenly
The secret of life in our celestial spines
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