Category: RIP
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IN APOCALYPSE FASHION False heroesWalk down the streetsOf America with swastikaFlags Drones followingThe words Of a rapistAnd a spoiled littleFascist The cultOf red hatStupidity Mediocrity The cult & portrayal ofChristianity destroyingDemocracy & freedom In a countryBarely out ofIt’s infancy 250Years of degradationThe killing of human beingsWith the appointed namesOf minorities, Native AmericansBlack communities, prison campsFor…
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UPON THE DEATH OFAN AMERICAN POET My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Of a new year Reminiscing aboutBetter timesBetter days Facing anotherNazi delusionFrom the grave MonstersFascists &Morons DeadIn their own regimeOf decay Their paradesParticularlyStupid & violent Racist &PatheticWith smallMalevolentMinds My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Where I don’tRecognize thisWorld anymore These…
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THE UNNECESSARY ANGEL OF POETRY One-daySoon after the glamor had faded The sun ate all her flowersHer milk & honey As Taylor toured AmericaInspiring poetic amnesiaTo kids As old poems & memoriesDied hard & rotted in their graves The dirt All lost to a McGenerationWithout focus Without hope Rhyming incoherentlyAttempting consciousness As someone randomAn unremarkable…
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OF CONVERSATIONS FRIENDS & ANGELS Today I come to you In the memory Of old friends Conversation Over lost time And lost years That have Mysteriously Vanished In both tragedy And revelation Grief And silence Detached from This mere Mortal coil To remember them; They who were Once here and They who once loved…
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The grim reaper must be lonely Or perhaps God is, sending him Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like. Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always Dark and never light. So he decided to play a joke on us And made our new leader the joke…
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We Can Be Heroes … It’s another Monday morning. I shower, drink my coffee and get dressed for work. In the background my wife is playing classical music on the radio when suddenly from the kitchen I hear the words. “He’s dead” she says … He’s dead. With the lilt of her voice as knowing…
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NO MORE 11.14.2015 I will be silent I shall not speak of death I shall not speak of these things Anymore For when I was a young man I believed in peace Before towers fell And soldiers died And after blood And the media Monsters Vultures Took the place Of lives Of hopes Of…
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All the earth and air With thy voice is loud _________ Death Is Here And Death Is There I. Death is here and death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above is death—and we are death. II. Death has set his mark…
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You’ll Be Missed.
