standing alone in the eye of the storm,
he doesn't care that he's seen
as an iconoclast.
not afraid to defy conventions.
a non-conformist to the core;
strong sense of independence,
zags when everyone zigs,
leads, never follows.
he stands alone;
marches to
different
drum
I was taught which road to follow
Before I knew roads turn and curve
I was handed all the answers
Before I had a chance to learn
They called obedience virtue
When it meant I should not ask why
So, I learned to question quietly
sat under that normal seeming blue sky
My rebellion didn't shout
I did not need to start a war
sometimes rebellion is simply
opening an unfamiliar door
Now the words I speak are chosen
The path beneath my feet is mine
If I sing a different tune now
it is because I chose each line
a still pond listens
as moon dips without asking—
rippling rings echo
to what has come, what has gone
while silence wears two faces
old bells ring in bone
burrowing into bare rooms
where the marrow hums—
sympathetic echoes ring
through chants begging to be heard
the old brass chamber
cannot ring with borrowed tongues
when not asked to stay—
an empty cup can't ring clear
when another hum lays claim
Mogogi wa mogodu —
The guide has led us to ntwa ya tsogo.
Moferefere ya sesole!
Popomfsa… go kwa khutso?
No.
Kgotso is here.
Boemo bjo bo sa suthego:
It will not move.
It cannot break.
Thlokego ya merusu —
That is the goal.
Poloko ya ntwa must be the end.
He spins through the pond.
The bluegill avoids sharp teeth
and eats a minnow.
I experienced early on the block
Don't respect a rebel
So I etched my own lane, created
On truth,
And battled every day just to
Earn my come-up
' Cause the streets only fear a real rebel
One who won't fold, won't flex from the truth.
Some twilights I bled for the cost of truth
But discomfort never immobilized my
Hierarchy rise,
It only amplified the fire in a rebel.
Rebel, truth, rise; the lore I transmit through
The shadows
The cowboy could rebel, his knitwork was a tragedy.
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
O! Human of flesh, blood and bones,
Killing each other—for reasons only heaven knows.
Where has your humanity gone?
The idea of love, peace and fraternity—gone.
Wake up, O sleeping soul,
Enmity and bloodshed are not your goal.
You are the greatest creation of God,
So get your act together—
And prove it against all odds.
Skywalker Above the Clouds
[Verse 1]
Up in the heights, where dreams take flight,
Floating on clouds, chasing the light,
Whispers of freedom in the cool, crisp air,
A Skywalker rising, vanishing my cares.
In a world of wonder, I claim my space,
Heart in the clouds, I’m lost in grace.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m a Skywalker, riding the breeze,
Freedom’s my partner, and I do as I please,
Atop the world, where the wild heart’s roam,
In the arms of the sky, I finally feel home.
[Verse 2]
Veils of the sunset paint skies in gold,
Stories of hope in the heights unfold,
Breathless I soar, with stars in my eyes,
Facing the horizon, where magic lies,
With every heartbeat, I find my way,
Lost in the clouds, I am here to stay.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
In the clouds I will drift, forever I will soar,
A Skywalker’s journey, searching for more.
I’m a rebel who is quiet
No one cares about my job
You won’t see me in the riot
Or among the chanting mob
What’s the point of going crazy
For the wages of police
There’s no aim those rebels chasing
But to act on silly whims
We can watch it on the screen
Burning cars and broken glass
Rebels fleeing from the scene
Some are losing their masks
These are games the children play
Just a gushing of hormones
See them quickly run away
When they hear the siren song
There’s no use to file petitions
Rallies are a waste of time
Rebels' proud propositions
Are too old to work out fine
I’m engaged into the quiet
Little job I do for all
It’s not hard for you to try it
Rulers overdue to fall
They might not collapse today
But to think of it we must
Every minute of each day
Then we’ll see them bite the dust.
Have these lost flames been found?
Am I fire? Am I the scorching sun?
I am not like them.
They are Earth and Water—rooted, fluid.
But I thrive in heat and wind.
My temperature climbs as my temper flares,
especially when I witness harm and injustice.
I want to burn this corrupt world down.
I am not like them.
Is there a safe word to hold me back?
Once the flames awaken, can I control their path?
To destroy the old, to clear the way—
for something whole, something new.
Golden light ignites, bringing warmth and joy.
Is it almost time for this force to rise?
I hope so.
I am not like them.
They want to keep things going as they are,
even when it is not working.
I want to bring change to pass.
I want to start an uprising,
to bring a better life.
Uncompromising Authenticity,
And An Intent To Find Beauty
In All Understanding Is A
Weakness; A True Vulnerability.
-Gray Squirrel
10-07-2025
I am a minority man
Full of ambition and knowledge
Racial being the issue
Discriminated across the board
Standing for all minorities
Being forbidden
Having no right to embrace among the nation
One’s assumption in not wanting to know, but draw a conclusion
I am a person
Dignity and honor that follow
Educated with understanding
A life that is sustaining
Not accepted what the Constitution states
I have become a hate and no appreciation
Wisdom gained
Forefather’s reflection
I am recognition
Voices speaks loud and strong
Freedom of speech wants silence
Speak only when spoken to
Created with inspiration and dreams with a purpose
Superiority mounted in efforts to express
Having a cause and effect
The need to prove achievement under the nation’s eyes
Fierce with principles
I am American pure and true
The right to establish
All I ask is believe and respect me
Speak no lies only truth
I speak with American within.
At the monument to the Roman Emperor Hadrian near the Tower
There is no place to put flowers
But if they made a pedestal there
And wrote Put your flowers here
I’ve no doubt that
People would bring their flowers to the foot of the statue
Out of respect for law and order
What a good move that would be
And politically useful
Some rebel won't even notice
How he turns into one of the law-abiding citizens
He once laughed at
And now his rebellion is all about
Draining bottles and dancing to familiar music
When he is alone and feels free
Waving his hands in the air and pulling out a scary face.
Rebel Houston
(Snaps fingers) Acoustic Digital Hybrid... a breath, a fusion. So, what lurks beyond jazz funk, huh?/
Thinkin' big time, are you? Do you dig? Can you feel it as you pursue your passion for this jazz thing/
The inventive spirit of Rebel Houston burns, A saxophone supernova, learning, turning. Always into what's NEXT,/
not what's been. Right now, he's wrangling angles, Melodic patterns jagged and electric, Acid Jazz funk bleeding into Afro bebop./
Man, this cat... this cat is the vibe. The pulse. The current. Houston keeps step, Step, step, steppin', Into the Motherland, the source of love and hope, forged in sound,/
Blown through his tenor horn, a shimmering prayer. Meditation on the struggle of mankind, Aches in his fingertips, screams from the bell,/
Arranged, composed, a jazz logic unfolding, Melodic construction, harmony shaped anew./
This isn't just noise, it's jazz music architecture. It's the blueprint for the soul. New jazz funk, carved from the digital dawn, infused with ancestral fire./
So, are you hip? Are you listening? This ain't just music, it's a revolution. It's Rebel Houston, And it's happening… NOW. (Another snap)
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