Memo to Palin

I "cling to my religion"
in times of trouble
and double that effort
when reaching for "my gun"
to protect family and livelihood

I am bitter, it spewed from my womb
in the last black male I bore
his anger seeping through
pores that have seen
too much youthful blood spilled
in displays of frustration
and bad aim cross-fire-drive-byes

There's no excuse for a noose
around a tree in Jena
nor is there a time
for killing thoughts of freedom
that have lingered in the minds of those
who've been placed in circumstances
that won't allow fodder for shoe straps

I come to the table with resources
that course through time
and through space
to grace reality
because there is no way
you are going to diminish
my
community organizational
abilities
by mocking
what my people have done
from the pulpit to the grave

Oil addicts don't surprise me
Bush, and his senior come from gushing
and my guess is someday they will
drown themselves in the blackness of it all

It's already been written
these times we are witnessing
where wheat costs a fortune
and it is harder still
to feed babies giving suck
because greed has run amuck
and so many say; "fuck my brother"
and look the other way

Fight, fight...kill, kill..
it's all unreal to me
the possibility of peace is ill-fated
and unrelated to common-sensible stances
that unfurl themselves
in stealth weather conditions
and sore renditions of unsung flailings
of this, the failure of mankind
who only knew perfection
for a short span in the beginning

Harken to the call of here and now
pray that we survive from archives of history
that denote the vote as important
as the spin of a trend
that sets the path for change
with rearranged thought and deed
where the need is peering starkly
into the eye of a blindsided society

Cliche you say
so what
words will be repeated
so that depletion won't erode in cinical souls
bending at the knees to plead our case
for the human race is headed
toward severe dysfunction
while denouning the inevitable

We shall all someday see
that we are equal
we are one, will not be undone
by vain negativity
that delivers a giant dish of nothing
for us to feast upon until unfilled
with sharpened tongue void of discord

Guess some people just "don't get it"
and choose to quit before they get a clue
of this misconstrued nightmare
because Langston knew about
"dreams deferred"
in a word, we all have known
and forgo the way
in our straying from narrowest road
leading to lights of hope
with rope-a-dope reaction

I am weary with the blues
and choose to regress
because the mess we stand to the waist in
makes my migraine intensify
and lying liars make it harder
to climb the ladder's rungs
when going on causes me to feel as if
my breath is shallow
as I'm swallowed up
in a depression that shrouds
clouds my senses into dismay
cold-hearted decay
whcih disways many
in a nation that once
covered me with wishes



Written On Sep 7 2:09 PM 2008

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4578569

poets must be poetry [edited]

perhaps if i raise my head
our chocolate will solidify
evasiveness iced & chilled
taste testing
slightly on the edge
motion of tongue
until awakened by sigh
slowly swayed hands in caress
timid tock of clock
barely stroking time
enigma of many souls allow
perceptions spewn out silently
opening forbidden jeweled box
eyes within third sphere
tested, turned, and twisted into
raw, naked, melt of sticky-fingers
yearning...



Written on Sep 17, 2008
12:45 PM




Author notes


Original:

"Poets Must Be Poetry"
Form - Acrostic
http://allpoetry.com/poem/printall/poetryality?nolink=1


Picture
Openmindedness;
Echoing
"Trust",
"Serve".
Murmurs
Urging
Souls,
Till
Brash
Evaluation
Piqued
Of
Ego
Rises.
Temperment's
Yang.

written 6.30.07

Disheveled Soul

I

Subservience began without consciousness
in an effort to incorporate peace and stability

This wasn't automatic as pictures flash
automatic-not manual, wasn't-- came out of nowhere
and traveled as far as it could


II

Expectations were non-existent
and equality had little relevance
against dark-blue-black double-standards

Once determination revealed itself
possibility craft of constant investment
affording broad returns from generous gifts gave way

Except when exaggeration denied itself
posturing with wide grin


III

The Law of Averages took proper stance
stood its ground in proper stance it stood

Consciousness entertained self

Victories of happenstance formed silk threads
within tattered wings visible images of angels
that disappeared skyward at will

And demons

Same as angels

"for we wrestle not against..."

Demons the same


IV

Balance

Refusal to fully digest bread of substance
makes urgent yearn to speak freely
in quiet whisper of knowing

Hushed notions have no way to sway
future GENE RATION(S) boxed-in
surreal reality mutes sensibilities

"G's" get mixed up in young minds
old minds like mine too


V

Go quietly now with this

"I have learned through inadequacies
to hold hand against brow
and tongue to roof of mouth
under-weight of non-assistance

And so
within the bounds of lowliness
I remain beneath the fray of absent memory
and voluntarily give silent scream
in smaller than smallest increments

My breath will not allow much more

I've acquired this desperate need
for no more than deserved"




Written Sep 16, 2008
11:59 AM



Author Notes

This is an entry in "TheLit Magazine" contest. Last weekend I read for this organization. Today I received an email to write for the picture that accompanies this poem. I am not aware of who the artist is but the name of the print is;

"Mysticface"

Ephesians 10: 10

moon beam

vertical missing
in window treatments


full moon
      peeks through
monthly


perpendicular
replaced

          sleep comes now




Written on July 4, 2009
9:08 PM

momentary angels' glisten

that twinkle

out the corner
of my eye, whether
on the left or right
winks me into submission
through faint glimmer
of silent light

I smile at the thought
of still being able
to see angels
like I did
in my infancy
I do remember

it happens often



Written Jan 2, 2009
3:38 PM

everything that is...

heaven's brilliant badge of beauty
carries wonders of weight
like ice chips flung into cold indigo
where master galaxies delight
in circle of kaleidoscope lens

furled worlds
where novas boogie with comets
and pinholes
punched into darkness
by God's baby finger
release sparkling pewter rays
from enormous gardens in paradise
blazing their way through
to signal us of their presence

while primal percussion
from the ancients
fills the atmosphere
with joyous beat
and touches our spirits
as the night plays on



Written on Jul 6, 2009
4:42 PM

Do Not Touch!

Cruelty’s capacity exists still.
Barbaric power sets itself to kill;
Peels fiendish flesh, exposes cancer's bone...
If your wish is to harm, leave me alone!



Written on Jul 12, 2009
12:00 PM