Monday, January 25, 2010

Seven

Don’t wish it away
Lest it works in reverse
And captures the stars
In the heavens that fall
While he refuses to shine
And shines no more

Copernicus hasty in decision
Cast celestial spheres on
The brink of discovery
Revolutionary…
For stars
For love
For life
For money.

Heliocentric seven
Proficiency found.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Brothers and Kings Before Them

Creon defied
Happiness denied
Immutable laws of heaven
Overwritten by man
Once again…in a land removed
From Creon
Under the guise of democracy
Death no longer proclaimed
But life with no relief from eight
While eight stand silent in the many words they speak
Look not on the backs of the brothers
For which she gave her life
For heaven’s mighty call
Life gone but not forgotten.
What are the unimportant little sins
That bare the brunt of time forced and forgotten.
What words are being painted by fain and fair?
Lives of persistence lost and poverty gained for free.
Both fight on the side of humankind
Neither the villain thou villain is he but gone
But gone, but gone, but gone away
Power befallen but rather be gone
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Be gone, but never forgotten.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

For a While...

Once again
The world
Comes together
In the face
Of devastation
Obliteration
Desperation
Of a people
In ruins…

Without hesitation
Humanity matters
Without hesitation
We stand
Side by side
Without hesitation

For a while…
For a while

If only
For a while
Lasted
If only
Humanity mattered
Beyond
For a while.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Homeless No More

Fast and free she floated
Above the encampment
Blue tarps
Torn
Tattered
Home
A soiled Spiderman blanket
Two cups
One needle
Two blows
Violently vacant
Gone.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Orion

Friendly naïve
Hunter grand
Point me in the direction
Of Orion.
Celestial asterism
Three kings
Three sisters
Sweep across the heavens
Guide me on my quest
Towards home.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Gant

One vile full
One sacred vile
Has spilt crimson
Upon the earth
Seeping liquid
Into its pores
Drowning
The souls of sons
Forever lost
On Sudanese soil.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Night

Gentle night
Softly sleeping
Angry sky
Open to morning
And another day
On the street
Hopeful for the dawn
Hopeful for the sun
Hopeful for a time
When the gentle night
Begets hearth and home
Life sans angry sky.