The will to care is still there
Yet the stream and loops cause the well to be fatigued
Thriving on tragedy is a misconception by others
It becomes predictable exposing obvious atrocities and hypocrisy
If only there could be a world where a poem like this wouldn’t have to exist
Tag Archives: Free Verse
One Year In Lockdown
As everyone finds excuses to wear green and possibly drinking beer
The realization hit as the world came to a screeching halt
Not by bombs, guns, planes, or even UFOs
But by an invisible force
6 feet or more away from each other
Zooming all day and seeing faces via Facetime
Essentially leaving certain places still open
Panic surrounding others
As a certain brand of idiocy is born
Memories of empty grocery shelves, missing hand sanitizer bottles, or wipes wiped from the aisles
Mountains of toilet paper loaded in carts
Or even Kenny Omega singing a lullaby to a few 2 ply rolls in a hotel room
What was the world coming to? This wasn’t an overnight fix, but the tensions still remain
In Response to Those Selectively Saying “Be Kind”
The selective logic just became more obvious
Those who thought the former duchess was attention seeking
Were the same who sobbed about Robin Williams and Chester Bennington to name a few
Saving face was the name of the game
As people become keyboard mental health activists of convenience
Where was MY sympathy whenever I spoke up about my issues years ago?
I wouldn’t be surprised if my former bouts of self-harm made certain people ecstatic
Mental health only mattered to some
As the addendums don’t need to be addressed explicitly or reverse engineered dog whistles
Others should be thankful I’m not a troll or a bully
Who knows what psychological damage I could do if I was good at insulting others
Maybe being kind wasn’t as much of a weakness (even with my bouts of solipsism)
Digital facades have always been on parade
As I’ve seen those who’ve said “Be kind!”
Have been total douchebags offline and/or online
Spare me the fake encouragement
Diol Family, You Are Not Forgotten
Moving from the Green Star all the way to the Centennial State
Starting a new life for this family of five
All for a fatal blaze to snuff out these innocent souls
The injustice was a mile high like the city they resided
Parents and children all destroyed by satanic teens in masks
While the flames were from the igniting bigotry
One suspect didn’t fit the narrative of the conglomerates
As it was contrary to an unrelated isolated incident to fuel propaganda
Thank the Divine they’ll face justice as adults while living to tell about it
Others have been erased despite never slaughtering men, women, and children
Diol family, you didn’t deserve this
May your murderers face the most severe of consequences
Here’s a link to this story: https://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/crime/two-teens-charged-as-adults-in-connection-to-denver-house-fire-that-killed-senegalese-family
A 16 Year Sentence Isn’t Enough (Dows=Devils)
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.
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
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!