When white lies plot the course
Oscillating between trust and deception
Kindling radical dialogue with smoking tongues
Escalating unilateral world supremacy
My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
("Winter Tree", 2023, original encaustic)
Celebrating White Supremacy
As the world turns….
ever faster and more wobblier
it’s hard to go a day
without hearing some reference to ‘White Supremacy.’
Of course it’s a bad thing, right?
Sure it is, until you think what it really is.
I look around; snow deep outside
but here indoors I’m warm
no wind or snow,
a steady even moderate clime instead,
not to mention safe and secure
with all the comforts of stove and frig
running water and electric light
and, not least, Wi-Fi!
And then, don’t forget,
there’s that trusty internal combustion engine vehicle
waiting outside that I can hop in
to go to town, to get the mail and more gas,
more jeans or nylon jackets or plastic bags,
and, of course, more groceries, like pizza and coffee!
The list just goes on and on,
as I write in miraculous digital bytes
with auto-correct to tell me how I’m doing
with the ever pesky English spelling and grammar,
and I’m left in awe
wondering how and why
everyone else isn’t celebrating
the fruits of this white supremacy
the whole world now enjoys
or at least aspires to...
(1/19/24)
“their freedom of width, yet not of height
Descends, through the transpiring fright
Which enraptured them, in a cage of night
, never once, I would abide
Preachings on the repugnant walls
That seems to repulse the oppugnant scales
That never pleased the reluctant deals
Our seats of blank, yet never brown
Generalize the glistening rounds
Defining their conditioning bounds
While they plead their case while it is already found
Why? Have I not been Forthright?
Or the inhumane seem to be sincere with their smites?
their aggression seems to have been deluded with oppression
Always retelling their feeble progression
Yet, their misconceptions dominates their suppression
As they limit out my gushing faith
It remarks a cackling date
Which is what they used, to cover their inefficient wait”
On this road of life
There lies an unshakable Hope!
A hope that is courageous and steadfast
Certain moments in life will wake you up and
Shake the core of your existence
But in this state of prepared darkness
The supremacy of hope will become stronger!
As an individual of time the heart must
Reach its prime against all odds!
The potency of an unshakable hope will
Pierce the air when at times life does not seem fair!
The sun sets as evening approaches but
Nothing can stop the sun from rising in the morning
Because on this road of life
The supremacy of hope will become stronger!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
The obsessed with supremacy
Always quits with immediacy:
To whom “Challenge me not” is a policy,
Unaware of its sad deficiency.
Everything wears its intricacy,
Even Justice of Wide Advocacy,
The Sick’s Drug-Providing Pharmacy,
Kitchen with a sought delicacy
And Righteousness linked with Adequacy,
Death seeking often our intimacy
But sure floating an Autocracy!
Now, tell me why Seekers of Supremacy
Shall smell Death’s Sincere Mercy.
Ah, Marcus Garvey, you were a trier, but never destined a King
Easily made a fool of, if only you had half a brain you could win
Famed by your own notoriety, ideology based on incompetence
But, you've not gone through history, without acknowledgment
Giving birth to Malcolm X, who in 1965 dreams were shot down
Martin Luther King, another black, whites didn't as want around
Where Bob Marley's assassination attempt, rumored by the CIA
Black's standing up for their rights, never to see the light of day
Muammar Gaddafi, taken out on the orders of white supremacy
Opening the borders to African blacks, he is shown no clemency
I tell you I've met God in my dreams and he is not flamin' white
When he reigned before me, black, black as any moonless night
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
white was first color scheme.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
I looked and loathe where I'd been.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
even in the dark, hope is seen.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
my slate wiped clean.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
on sheets of white, a positive beam.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
One and only One light on the scene.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
each and every soul could be redeemed.
*
White
I know how,
Here’s some money,
Work to succeed,
All Lives Matter,
Color doesn’t matter,
Blue Lives Matter,
Reverse discrimination,
Jesus knows best,
Privilege.
...
Worst of all was when I noticed
while I was watching a ball game,
the home team’s pants are mostly white,
with a single stripe that’s not plain.
A lonesome strip of color that
represents mere tokenism,
I never thought to see baseball
through such a mind-changing prism.
It says that whites carry the blacks,
it couldn’t be more obvious,
the white fabric does most of the job,
the stripe is throwing a bone to us.
And given all the black players
who are then made to dress in white,
the message couldn’t be more clear,
you must white-wash to play the game right!
I thought it was a simple game,
but however wrong could I be,
baseball was evil all along,
the game is white supremacy!
The waiter who forgot my fries,
the clerk who carded me for beer,
the law office that turned me down,
the ex who left me here in tears,
the cop who said I was speeding,
the gas pump that ran out of juice,
the player who gave no autographs,
the crossword in the daily news,
it is not me who has to change,
I’ve never seen it more clearly,
every single thing I do not like
is due to white supremacy!
If you don't like this poem, it's white supremacy.
That day when legal slavery ended
A brief moment when justice seemed palpable
marked only the first chapter of caped cross burners
and rageful lynch mobs
marked only the beginning of white terror
against black dignity
Equal justice under law
That day when the sky opened
A brief glimmer when freedom seemed possible
stained only by the blood of generations oppressed
bruised only by the brutality of the state
against these people of color
Equal justice under law
That day when a people were proclaimed
A brief interlude when equality seemed attainable
marred only by marginalization and segregation
scarred only by white supremacy and white dominance
against these struggling people
Equal justice under law
Someday when a people get their due
An arcing rainbow when liberation is realizable
helped only by abandonment of white privilege
aided only by respect and compassion
for these people
Equal justice under law
what links supreme with race, but idol worship, not Supreme God
Dedication: Heather Heyer, Paralegal (Charlottesville, VA)
A Governor named Terry understands fake Supremacy
Microcosm of America, terrorism in Virginia
In the Name of History and a Statue (of General Lee)
I was but eight, when I felt shame because of hate
My own: a girl at school (perhaps a victim) wanted to fight
We slapped each other in the classroom: It didn't feel right
No witnesses but some gentler spirit intervened
I have treated women as gently as I could since
My surviving daughters are angels; and I their prince!
Unless we love (or avoid hate), life is a vulgar walk
Stepping over slimy snakes here, vamp cats and dark
Things there ... putrid puddles everywhere; gone the idyllic park
How can reliving the Nazi way seem so desirable
And in America? Where Equality became Reality, the individual
Could be special, without royal blood, New World still available?
WRITTEN & POSTED ON MONDAY, 14 August 2017
Pursue joy in itty-bitty thing
A faith like mustard seed
If move the mountain
Little love is indeed a greater love
Wherein a biggest bliss.
Hunt time to acknowledge
You’ll earn the wisdom for pain.
Starving?
poverty stricken?
will just be a story worth speaking
History makes no sense,
if unlettered aren't edited
a heroic deeds if understanding is seek.
Unashamed of the past
because I can't undo time that's gone
yet I can write
I can sing it
A victory that has no supremacy of myself
but the glory I'll wear, when I meet my saviour face to face.
Now the past has no role to play
Yesterday passed just as todays dream would,
and I am aware what's gonna last
With Christ, the only assurance,
I arise today!
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