Solemn cry full minds
beget ever soul spirits
can we intertwine?
global conscious clamoring
all abiding Noble truths
The eagle is hurting –
His wings snipped,
his majesty vacated;
replaced by the rats
of pigeons: Just a gray
common color – what
is left of a flamboyant soul
once the spectrum of individuality
is gone – bleached out by
Marxist designers and
and pressers. They plan for
the people the garments
of slaves – hoarding Gucci's
and Cassini's for themselves
and profligate offspring –
Equality seldom reaches
beyond their walls...
never approaching their
Elite doorsteps, paved
with slates of innocence....
Stony slates of stone nearby
Concreted beautifully on each other
Now mighty mountain afar
Social creatures, blank slates
The sum total of each and everyone
We’ve been exposed to has left some trace
No matter great, fleeting or miniscule
The slate gets erased but remnants remain
To shape e’er so slightly
The impressionable brain
And season it e’er so lightly
Each kindness done
Each gentle touch
Leaves it’s mark
Be it little…or much
We should think twice before judging
The ones we think flawed
They’re the sum of the writing
That appears on the wall
They’re the product of happenstance
Victims of Fate
Tomes written by others
‘Pon minds open state
And they are who they are
Not by choice
but by words written at random
…Upon blank, empty slate…
6 stanzas-24 lines
I've given you immaculate slates
With every blink of my eyes,
Only to watch you tarnish them with all my inequities.
I've tried to push you away
With more force then every exhale.
I've drained myself to continue the symptoms
Never to be offered a transfusion.
I've prayed for solace
Only to be asked for more reparations.
I've burned every vein
Trying to convey my love for you.
I've watched in disbelief
As you showed me the fate of our world.
I've screamed for you
While you made me your exile.
I've seen you in me
With more certainty than our bodies on this earth.
I've learned to hate myself
By your example.
I've given you up
To gain faith in the potential.
I've broken all your immaculate slates
With a pump of my heart.
We are given clean slates.
What mark we leave on them are
for others to learn from.