Monthly Archives: August 2015
Pachyderms Sitting in Rooms
The room becomes crowded,
As the new guest arrives.
I duly instruct the beast,
To seat himself quietly.
.
His mass strains the floor.
Heavy breath fogs glass.
Boards groan displeasure,
As the brute shifts his weight.
.
Every eye promptly looks away,
Ne’er a sight of the animal is made.
Acknowledgment of his presence,
A violation of decorum.
.
I, now feeling emboldened,
Point to the massive creature.
The room’s ire raised, now erupts,
In a barbed cacophony.
.
Having become the enemy,
I take leave of the company.
The savage still seated among them,
They, willfully ignorant of his presence.
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Standing on A Corner
in the time that I’ve occupied
this corner between sixth
and road to nowhere
I’ve been gassed by buses,
accosted by street preachers,
blasted with terrible music,
targeted by dog piss,
reviled by nubile women,
dismissed by the suits,
screamed at by some dreadlocks,
panhandled by pigeons
and yet I wait
won’t you come and rescue me
from this concrete prison
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Rome Burns
I will fiddle while all
about me Rome burns
I will find my slumber
while derelict of my duties
I will leave the post
to which I am assigned
I will stand and shout
down all authority
I will flout the law
and the system it supports
I will howl nightly
at a gray, jagged moon
I am of the huddle mass,
the disenfranchised,
those left without, looking in
I will buck wildly
against the system
and in all of this
I will not be alone
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River of Death
treading carefully
observing every step
testing each patch of ground
while eying the horizon
this journey alongside
this river of death
can only continue
for the cautious
but is ruled by the bold
who tread head-long
wildly along the shore
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Fill the Space
there is a space that exists
it stands hollow and empty
it is somewhere in your room
in a conversation
a lacking in your life
.
you rush to fill it
but not all spaces
must be occupied
.
allow for an emptiness
accept on occasion
a matter of nothingness
use the space as a respite
sometimes where there is nothing
there is the freedom
to catch your breath
to take a break
to bide your time
to contemplate
gather yourself
gain strength
place nothing where there is nothing
some spaces are meant to stand empty
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The Page
the line became blurred
some time way back
between the page
and my life
I live the moments
I do
I finish
I accomplish
I do all life calls for
but it is on the page
and only on the page
where I am who I am
why do I hide
and is this me
if not, who am I to be?
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Nighttime
I see by the timepiece
hung on the wall
that the hour is fast
approaching me
in which I make
my daily, fateful
decision
when will the dance begin
at what point do I
give up the consciousness
that I so treasure
and take on the flight
of dreams and nightmares
the fight between sleep
and restlessness
the night is young
and the debate just begun
this, like many before,
maybe stretch into
tomorrow
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Granola Sunset
eat and swallow what you’re given
don’t ask questions, don’t disagree
any move away from our agenda
will quickly earn you a label
that we can and will plaster there
prominently on your forehead
for all the world to see
go along with us on this
ride toward the granola sunset
you’ll love it there
it’s where only the simple can
ever be spoken but where
hard truths or questions are
quickly and publicly squashed
don’t worry
we’ll be glad to tell you what
to think
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Moment of Truth
I’ve watched you watch
yourself for hours now
moment of truth:
that reflection isn’t
going to change
unless you do
I’ve watched you tear
down all that you are
moment of truth:
if your mind has
become a wasteland
it’s up to you to change it
I’ve watched you squeeze
into the victim’s clothing
moment of truth:
you are not oppressed
and are only a victim
of your own mind
.
come to terms with
some simple truths:
you are not perfect
life is not perfect
they’re not out to get you
and life is not pointing
both barrels at you
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