Did you feel happy defiling so many innocent souls?
To say there were kid’s gloves involved would be a gross understatement
#MeToo ignored you and your wife, but I didn’t
About time the consequences rained down on you
But it still looks like a slap on the wrist
When others faced more time for less
How many people would be able to get away with destroying children
Especially after they were on THAT registry back in their home country?
How many people did you bribe in one or both nations?
You better thank your privilege for only serving 16 years
For those that don’t know what I’m referring to, then you can watch Preying Missionaries and this news clip from Kenya.
Also, the fact Edmond Nyabola doesn’t have any journalism awards for breaking this story is a travesty, too.
May God bless the victims and their families.
Category Archives: Poetry
Delayed Confidence (As Much As It Can Be) Haiku
Images built up
A tremendous sense of worth
As knowledge increased
Contradictions by a Brow
Avant-garde art and experimental films one day
Indie BritWres matches the next
Anime after that
Historical documentaries the day after
Sprinkling some nonfiction books in between
Before delving in manga pages
After writing haikus and fiction concepts in a notebook
Why am I a walking contradiction with these hobbies?
Waves of Doubt
Breakers and crashing tides
In the moon-less night
Shouting out to no one else
The eyes could be there
But the ears could be lightyears away
Capsizing was imminent
As leagues of falsehoods rise up to sink the wrecked freighter
Declared to be Invisible
Voices from the four corners were screaming out
A diaspora choir risked being drowned
From Arica, Salta, Wolverhampton, to even Kharkiv
Obscuring by ink and red tape
Try to quiet the ongoing choir
While branding them as nothing but “other”
Other?
They knew what this meant
The collective chorale should be amplified
Against the declaration to render them invisible
Was My Worth Tied Into Being a Critic?
They say every one is a critic
I certainly wouldn’t deny it
My silvery-platinum eyes were spectacles for others
These opinions mattered more in multiple contexts
While proud of these observations
My pride in my own originality faded harder than vintage denim
So many fires, so many embers
Only a few would become pyrotechnics, though I wouldn’t want them to be altars
Other creative works would be on display
There was a joy in bringing light to the obscure from all around the world
No, Japan wasn’t my only destination even though a section of this part of the net appreciated those shiny pennies from the Rising Sun
While I’m versatile, I didn’t want to be confined
Much less ashamed of having fandoms at all
I prayed I wasn’t a failure in all my endeavors
As I’ve thought for most of my life
Plight of a Songwriter
Audio rivers
Are crafted throughout the world
As coffers vanish
Invisibility Dissipates With the Trio of Drums
Piano, repique, chico…
The sizes of the three drums brought such color
When one was lost in cultural amnesia
Credit slowly became due long after Barcelona’s crown was rejected
The connection to the lost was retrieved
By hand and by clave
The memories flooded and the shame evaporated
After centuries of propaganda
Robust sounds burst by trios or infantries or cuerdas
Encore, maestros!
Insidious Emulation Mode (From the Perspective of a Clone)
[Note: Let’s see how many references my readers will get in this satirical poem.]
Adoration was entitled to the emulators
As I deserved the accolades for being best
Who wants to be first, anyway?
Fighting for medals was a reason of life
I needed no antennae for such a goal
Obstacles to being the pinnacle disappear
With the snap of my gloved fingers
Reaching 9999 levels of power helped
Making sure I won no matter what
I am acclaimed, more than just a carbon copy
You’d be selling me short that way
So all these originals are complaining of my existence, now?
Too bad
Life’s not fair, isn’t it?
Is it really that insidious when you have thousands of adoring fans?
This is the age where clones achieve coronation
Contemplation in Winter
Temperatures drop
Unsure futures start to show
In frozen deserts
