The Last Bullet
the production lines have gone silentthe last soldier has just one bulletall around him, the white flags flysurrenderers surrender to the surrendererscapitulate to the futility of war"something's wrong with Earth,"…
The Grand Scheme
A poem about mental health set to music.
Johanna
why does it seem like yesterday?the world has been turning for years nowevery morning i wake upand you’re gone as gone can besuch is the story of a drifteronce stopped…
Post Mortum
I have reached the end of my rope. Snap! I’m fortunate given two lives to live.In the first one, I had a childhood, traumatizing as it was.Verbal, physical, psychological, and…
Love thy Neighbor
not such a far-fetched conceptwhen you stop and think of the practical applicationsnow, I’m no Bible-toting manbut some things just make sensei write my rhymes with carethen in forceful defianceof…
If It Were True
why do you glare at me so brightthat blank stare of a dare toexpress myself on hallowed white but, no SIGNS, no rules, no lines to read between the owner’s…
Desecration
You have humped America's flags into sweaty rags.written your personalized brand of history,your name on this, your name on that:sneakers, Bibles, baseball caps, museums, plaquesand other writings on the wall,do…
Autumnal Dream
as autumn’s chill descendsand leaves paint the floor of Earthas daylight withers into quickened sunsetsas frost lays its bones over the landi sit in the deep of nightthe shadows that…
Compound Interest
I’m the Moolah of addictionpushing proceeds of afflictiondemand for my brand of self-inflictionat an all-time high the division of humanitya principal conditionof this nuclear religionin a split-hair decisionthe jury fully…
Destinations
damngravel in my shoe againtoe’s sticking through the hole in my socki kneeladjust my worn-out footwearstare at the patterns in the cracked pavementhow many milesto my destinationsomewhere beyond this highway…
