So,
It went like this,
I sat down the other day to write a self-portrait poem.
Kinda like how painters will paint themselves
and it’ll be a reflection of how they see themselves and whatnot.
I mean, Van Gogh did …
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POEM: “Self-portrait”
POEM: Hooked Cross
Little brother,
Look what they’ve done to me.
For millennia
I have woven myself into humanity’s dreams,
Racing comet-like across their collective consciousness.
As basic as a circle,
A hooked cross.
A child of lines
And busy hands.
Simple. Recognizable.…
POEM: “Kindred Soul”
These are the moments I remember
Sitting sleepy eyed and cross legged
On ghostly train tracks,
Blinking in mesmerized expression
At summer time luminaries.
Singing out childhood anthems of
Joy and love and growing up.
Heads heavy with a million …
POEM: “Still Rocking”
The billboard ads promise me dreams:
artificial one-hit fixes of imitation sunbeams.
And while products pull us through this Purgatory,
we are stretched between lack of sleep and overeating.
Companies are stringing products across our path to prevent us from …
Shane Koyczan: “To This Day” … for the bullied and beautiful
(via TED.com) Shane Koyczan is a poet, author and musician. He performed at the opening ceremonies of the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics, where an audience of more than 1 billion people worldwide heard his piece “We Are More.” He has also …
POEM: “Through the Rabbit Hole”
Childhood was composed of mud pies, cheese wiz, and backyard adventures.
Mountainside extravaganzas stole whole days away, replacing
them with earthy fabricated memories worming through my brain.
Each day was a swing set creaking from endless play:
forward and back, …
Poem: “Grits”
We don’t get much sweet where I come from.
No syrup on our waffles.
No honey in our tea.
No sugar for our grits.
Nah,
sweet don’t come around much back home.
Frail Grandmothers beg hardened grandsons for affection
They …
Jail block 5-6-3
One day
One month
One year
Two?
Time has become white noise
As sinks drip like broken metronomes
Fast, slow
Underfunded drum rolls
A prison heart beat
Other inmates whisper
It’s so quiet I can hear them breath
I can’t …
Wishing On Stars
As kids we wished on stars
Dreamed dreams
Of college degrees in the humanities
Weekend trips with family
And God forbid we saw ourselves happy
But since the Economy left Lady Liberty a single-mother on food stamps
99% of dreams …
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