Tumultuous Week Poem

The double standards in Kenosha became more obvious

Once double murder suspects get treated softly while politicians and social media giants refuse responsibility

Nature becomes incensed in the West Coast and Gulf Coast

The fires affect the former while hurricanes affect the latter

One can hope the innocent are okay in both parts of America

It would also be stupid for people to arrest a tropical storm for knocking down statues of exalted traitors

A weather-filled coincidence or a divine sign? You be the judge of that

The Rona gets to universities and political conventions which cause which is positively troublesome to say the least

All in the span of less than a week

There’s still a quarter left of 2020

SCU said it right: “This is the worst year I’ve ever lived in.”

Concerts Are Necrotized

I certainly dodged a bullet

When I threw in the towel as a live musician

Steams flow in digital portals

Siphoning all potential means to live

Phones in front of people’s faces

Apathy reigning over the live singer

Then there were 19 degrees of isolation

As festivals disappeared and possibly on life support until further notice

If I have shed my “music man” identity, then this was the perfect time to do so

I’d rather be known by my other artistic endeavors, writings, or my positive actions

All those who bullied me in the past for being a music fan deserve to shut the Tartaros up

Barking First and Loudest

A platoon of pointing fingers arrive with a wall of megaphones

They sound like several packs of dogs to me

Psychologically scalded by jeremiads and chastisements

I’ve been on the receiving end of those accusations

Regardless if I had a halo or horns in those situations

How short-sighted of them

I never tried to be a god as their pettiness is on full display

I couldn’t always fight back, but for most of my life I hid onto this resentment

The same things they’ve accused me of are the reasons why they barked in the first place

That or they defend those who don’t deserve such rhetorical bulwarks

Keep barking, your vices and those you stan(d) for are all too obvious.

I Thought My Voice Was Too Small

Even in these four years of consistent blogging as well as an extension of my spoken word/musical moniker, I didn’t expect to have an impact even if it wasn’t overreaching.

I am still quite small in this microcosm and thought my voice would match the lack of height.

Perhaps my voice was bigger when I see and hear responses.

Replies from around the world have given me solace.

Inspiration takes wing for those covering multiple topics.

Maybe they soared like the ospreys in my moniker.

Maybe I spoke louder than I thought.

Then again, everything sounds louder when one has been silenced for so long.

Has Anyone Seen My Joy?

I’ve been through tumultuous times before

But this year has been affecting everyone

Horrific memories flood my brain

Even if those years were objectively “better” compared to now

No justice has been done

My smile has greatly diminished whether I use it to hide or not

My passions have been downplayed

One interest has only been there, so I can finish something

Have I become a drone or rather would it be better as such if I was?

I do my best to mention serious topics as well as supporting multiple righteous causes

Do people even care?

I want to have joy again, but it’s on life support.

Colorblindness as a Fallacy

“But I don’t see color.”

That’s been said to my face since I was a child.

I never couldn’t counter it at a young age.

Once experience and research pooled in, this was an intellectual slight.

If one is legitimately blind, then I’ll give them an excuse.

Anyone else, how can anyone NOT see color?

False defenses rear up to prevent oneself from the worst word one could be called (in their perspective).

Ignoring the plight of those with melanin was a form of indirect violence.

That and feigning ignorance.

Minimizing such bigotry to either nasty slurs and hoods is beyond erroneous.

Said bigotry isn’t always that obvious although many would deny it.

I better not hear the words “Well, they didn’t mean it!”, “You’re over-analyzing.”, or “You’re a racist for assuming something or someone is racist!”

Please, I have no such sociopolitical power to enact any kind of systemic oppression in any field of activity.

Flaws on Display

Shortcomings kept me grounded, but also prevented me from ascending.

Time to get literal for a few sentences.

I struggle with self-loathing.

I get depressed or even paranoid at worst.

I internalize my anger.

My thinking is better in preparation than on the spot most of the time.

Now, back to my regularly scheduled abstract wording.

Pointed fingers and gavels rain down on me as my mind is in a monsoon season. It causes me to ponder if the storms believe they are deities in their own right. Should I point the finger back, it gets sliced off. God forbid I spot the plank in someone else’s eye even if I know I’m right. There were moments where I wished I could be beyond these flaws and others would extol me, but that’s only a pipe dream at best. I doubt a time machine would exist in my lifetime to correct everything.

Denial Is An Opiate

Reality weighs heavy on so many minds

Exponentially increasing paranoia

Escaping into comfortable fantasies where atrocities and uncomfortable truths don’t exist

Downplaying obscure narratives

That can crush someone’s worldview

It doesn’t matter if one believes in a higher power or not

Since anyone can get strung out on saccharine lies

There’s an illusion of an absolutely safe capsule, but one risks being stuck there for eons

Proving Alexander Pushkin right a thousandfold

The 2nd Rebuke of a False Queen

It’s time to take your artificial halo down once more

Stop making shallow homages to the Motherland when you already plagiarized someone’s video from there

You’re not sorry, don’t lie

You’re just an accomplice involved with the biggest legacy of animated theft, cultural degradation, and appropriation

Your followers are nothing but drones

The fact you do wrong, but never own up to it is beyond childish like the last on-screen boyfriend you had in 2019

Funny how you’re the type to flagellate a man for the smallest slight, but never own up to your faults when the fingers point your way

Some woman you are

This attempt at empowerment is lip service at best

While you are a different hue than your handlers, you’re nothing but a patsy buffer for a corrupt agenda

Real heroes and heroines don’t have your wealth and fame

The ones in the street, the ones raising awareness, and those raising money for righteous causes are more valiant than you will ever be

At least try to act like you care…oh, wait. You can’t act for crap.

Destiny should’ve disowned you a long time ago, you idol

Balance These Scales

Video by video
Name by name
Victim by victim
The cries become louder
While the gray is harshly minimized and criticized
There is a clear duality
The whole world casts it’s eyes
On a cracking facade of a beacon
As no judgmental word falls upon other nations
Those logs are barges in the eyes of the watched
Someone needs to balance the scales
As more of them are removed alongside a warehouse full of wool