Self-Musing 4 (poesy)

Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…

love is a grassroots tactic [a poetic]

(Edited throwback) Ra, ra, ra, I was sent for love. Let’s start a movement, Spread love like roots Revitalizing the yard of our Mother’s planted intentions, weeded over by the hate and put downs Of the downtrodden, Trampled by colonial boots that Forced a garden cut with bloodsoaked stones and hemmed by abnormal picket fence,…

heaven and night: micropoems

Scraps I found while cleaning out some files from many years ago. I’ve always loved micropoems. (brocade) Sky burst with confetti flame. As a child, I believed heaven was in the sky. War thunders¬†in my chest. Twice a year, I live to see heaven burst.   (the final say) You’ll never find me jealous of…