WALLS
The wall divides
the inside from the
outside...
On one side
the wrong,
on the other side
crooked ...
Who that builds walls,
thinks only he is doing well ...
Thinks he is isolating
black from white,
Is he capable ?
There are walls that apart
love things ... and hate.
Wall that detaches
things from thoughts
segregates lives
out of fear,
isolates people
for not loving ...
The wall divides
life in two
parts:
the side of the hiding place
and the danger side ...
the side of the refuge
and the free side of the street ...
One side of the wall
one thinks it right,
the other side
also...
None knows which side
is adequate...
If no one is sure,
every one doubt
what is right...?
The truth is
all we have
walls ... wall
built inside
us ...!
we need to overthrow
this wall so that
we will not leave our
private jail ...!
Categories:
segregates, allusion, art, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Question, this word racism has my mind in a knot
I am confused and a bit on ease
I hope this poem doesn't raise any accusation
I don't know if you will agree but racism isn't right.
Racism is a word that has no heart at all
Black, white , fat, slim, gay ,straight ,rich, poor, religious or not
Why does it matter
Racism should not be a word at all.
Racism is ugly and brings out the worse in us all
Six letters so powerful, mighty and wrong
A word created to start every day wars.
Racism I do not accept it at all
Racism enslaves , break and segregates
Why do we allow racism to carry any weight at all.
Categories:
segregates, anger, anti bullying, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
My mind
My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt
Terrorizing my thoughts
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release
Categories:
segregates, death, fear, forgiveness, imagination,
Form: Free verse
As I stand on the hill of enlightenment,
My eyes showered with the sadness of humanity,
I see the pain cast down from that which has pointed himself,
He casts a power that is with approach,
Thou humanity fights with the fear of damnation,
The struggles with their souls are relentless,
All the time he basks in the joy of the fear of the unknown,
He segregates man from women and children are absolute,
He strikes down all that oppose him with no mercy,
Using the mislead like puppets believing all the wile there just,
His superposition is unrevealing to humanity’s cries for help,
But as I fall to my knee’s perfused in my unending sorrow,
I see a ray of light shining up from his darkness,
I can’t help but to wonder if this is just another one of his tricks.
But just then I feel a warm touch on my shoulder,
The relief that I am not alone any more is over whelming,
I turn to see there are so many who have seen the light,
We stand to say and to proclaim,
No more shall we bow down to you and your true darkness,
No more will humanity be fooled with your lies,
No more will your pain of segregation continual,
We are free and so shall we free others in time.
Leave us and return here no more.
Categories:
segregates, hope, pain, fear,
Form: Lyric
She segregates herself from the rest of the world
Not wanting everyone to see the real her
As soon as she has company she puts on a smile
Pretends she is happy
Everyone believes it
She's such an actress
Once again a beautiful performance
Sometimes she manages to fool herself
Every now and again she comes unraveled
She becomes visible to the world
Everyone sees her for what she really is
Then she simply goes back to the stage
And carries on this act.
Categories:
segregates, confusion, depression, mystery, sad,
Form: Classicism