I never understood
the 'boys in the hood'
Why they ditched school
and thought they were cool
I never understood
their love for switchblades
They were carving up faces
while I made my good grades
I never understood
why they talked so 'affected'
I always felt then
like I was rejected...
They're long ago dead
every last one
While I live out my dreams
and the world carries on
Categories:
switchblades, cool, growing up, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Swords, knives, switchblades and more
Assassins circling by the score,
No-where to run, no room to breathe,
All I can do is watch them and seethe.
Little they know these cowardly hyenas
Drooling at the mouth spitting subpoenas,
That just as a lion in a cage,
My strength increases with my rage.
They think I’m cornered, flailing and bleeding
Their tongues salivating readied for feeding,
But a little surprise is lying in wait,
Too stupid to see I’ve laid poison as bait.
Each morsel they eat
Is announced by my tweet,
For the public to know
Their vile deeds to show.
A wave of support flowing my way
Their hearts and their minds this way I’ll sway,
Courage undoubted, tough to the core,
Just what they want for six years or more.
Categories:
switchblades, conflict, humorous, parody, political,
Form: Rhyme
Peering through an open window...'cross time and history,
I saw a hint of glory past- a fresh simplicity.
Over there... behold, a mother bent humbly on her knees
Praying for her family's care and other earnest pleas
Then, a scene did catch my gaze which stirred me from within
A pauper...lame, did put his all into a blind man's tin
My mind became quite troubled at what a future brings
If humanity eliminates good and simple things
Though this may seem a bit bland compared with modern trends,
Simple, lowly acts, like these, for a brighter future lends
Suddenly, the window faded into a distant fog
For the traffic then began to move amidst the heavy smog
When I pulled into my neighborhood, there wasn't any sun
Two kids were waving switchblades until one pulled a gun
Across the way, oblivious, some men were smoking weed...
The gun went off..screams were heard and one began to bleed
The other took off quickly as I rushed out from my car
I tried to stop the bleeding but the bullet went too far
Oh, how I wish for simpler times- when pleasantries abound,
Yet, I know there is a window from whence it can be found !
Categories:
switchblades, art,
Form: Free verse
SOYLENT FUTURE
Always left to pick up your pieces
HAIR AS FIRE
Words fly like lead
Stares sharper than switchblades
And when did you end up dead?
Where did I lose you? When did I become a liar?
Laying in screaming
Grass blades
Blood drains but oxygen increases
And the opposite of death happens instead
A birth, a creation to bemire
My shattered remains is spread into thousands of pieces
Over hundreds of miles - then eaten.
A live grenade – an exposed wire
Preach your doom, spread your dread
Soylent rot once disposed
Landfills, cementary piles
Now ignorantly fed.
Soylent Green
Prophetically showed
Humanity is leading to cannibalism
Fooled to feast on our own.
End.
Dec. 29th 2014
Categories:
switchblades, america, food, society,
Form: Carpe Diem
la beauté du chaos
when the ant farm is shaken---
when there’s a fire in the theatre
when there’s word of an epidemic
when there’s been a car accident
when there’s been a fight in the parking lot
when a plane has just crashed
when a storm hits
when the electricity goes out for blocks
when the dogs break their leashes & go to find their prospective owners
when the prison doors are broken
when the pitchforks & torches come
when the glass is shattered & the pieces are dealt out for maiming
when the soldiers go AWOL
when the bank is robbed
when the businessman is attacked & mugged in an alley
when the mall is looted
when the streets are filled with rioters
when the plague takes its toll
when the rivers overflow
when the dynamite blows
when the guns go off repeatedly
when the switchblades are pulled
when the teeth are gnashed
when the screams amplify
when the lies try to overshadow the pure horror & genuine panic
when the heart beats faster than it ever has before
when the sweat pours & the jittery nerves shudder
when all that people call “faith” is lost.
Categories:
switchblades, life,
Form: Free verse
watching the US & its NATO buddies
beat the middle east senseless
until it get its way,
is like watching kids show up on the playground
with semi-automatics,
when the few that they are gonna fight
have a couple of switchblades
between them.
Categories:
switchblades, life,
Form: Free verse
We have to buy our own black leather jackets,
sharpen our words like switchblades.
Poems are dangerous things.
We shoot them up.
Our tattoos read:
beauty=truth.
We die for it.
Watch out for us. We will violate
your daughters with our villanelles. We will
turn the street wet
with our deaths,
for no one cares
or reads these poems
held at our heads.
You call our bluffs, wave back
at us from our bridges, our windows
our ovens.
We die,
exploding these poems
like seeds.
Categories:
switchblades, angst, art, death, on
Form: Free verse