The Blind Eye

Blind in one eye, can’t see out of the other
Hallowed be the wishes
of the war-torn children
as they battle to be brave,
their families unsafe.
All the world turns blind eye
while missiles reign the sunny skies
The land of the free, home of the brave
refuses these helpless as terrorist slaves
There’s more exploitation
There’s no place to go
Aid is only for the media show
Mourn for the child face down on the beach
while tucking your own kids into warm beds to sleep.
CREDIT of Photo: https://unclesnarky.files.wordpress.com/2016/12/one-eyed.jpg?w=627
There is a Place
There is a Place
Deep in my soul
Where my love loves
And where it grows
It shines a light
On every face
No matter time
No matter space
The place of my God
Within me knows
That I am never
Truly alone
Kawphy Queen
Her caffienated smile
Under coffee brown eyes
Makes my hands tremble
Like I’d overdosed on her thighs
Thick and creamy
Juicy dreamy
Wired up to hear her sigh
My name, all chocolate,
From liquid voice said
As I brew her back to bed.
Art by Mare Martell
The Abuser’s Abuse
Forgiveness is easy for some
They let the nefarious acts,
Committed by an ABUSER,
S
L
I
D
E.
But I cannot swallow deceit, for
I’ve tasted the destruction
from the pants of Mephistopheles,
felt weapons to my head,
heard the bloody rhetoric
with innocent ears,
clawed my way from denigration,
Felt the punishment unjustified.
I recognize what I see.
I will not say I’ve seen something else.
I will not lie and say it’s okay or maybe.
I will not wait and see.
You can’t gaslight me.
I’m calling it straight out, ABUSE
From an ABUSER
in a position to ABUSE.
I will not excuse ABUSE for anyone.
I will not TOLERATE
ABUSE
FROM
ANYONE
PERIOD.
Panic at the dealers
I can’t breathe
The panic and fear are real
They are as tangible as an orange
Unappeeling, repulsive
Unhinged.
The parade of white men
Lead the execution
Of the American dream
While I imagine their self-righteous glibness
Witness its display in expensive
Overly pompous pagentry
That only they appreciate
While I bargain and borrow to get
My car out of hock.
Revelation
Show me the place where they buried their young
Take me where they were refused their history unsung
Reveal to me the ground where the blood dripped dark
Unearth the bones of the fallen fathers and matriarchs
Disclose the disguise of those who committed theft of life
Expose their fraudulent actions; birth them through the afterlife
Shatter their shells of fragile proportions kept
Pull back the rugs where their dirty secrets were swept
Shine bright glare upon their truths yet untold
Release the spotlight of their staged exposure ever bold
Revolt against the tyranny that has entire families divided
Return them once again to their voices, forgiven and united.
Songs of Nation’s Pride
This poem was originally posted on April 16th, 2015 as part of a writing challenge. It seems to fit the mood I find myself in today. The day before the inauguration of Voldemort the Orange (my phrase) and his Plunder monkeys (Stephen King’s phrase).
I truly believed at my mother’s knee
That when I sang, “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”
The words I sang were truer than true
That if I bled for honor, it would be red, white, and blue.
But I’ve awakened to find a land divided
Bathed in disparity, desecration of what was once united.
I was taught at my Navy Veteran Daddy’s knee
That the Star Spangled Banner was to be honored deeply
That if I sang with truth in my heart
I’d stand united with my countrymen, never to part.
I believed in the land of the free, home of the brave
But I’ve awakened to find a land of the fee, home of the slaves.
I understood from my Grandparent’s legends
That America the Beautiful open armed beckoned
The words describing purple mountains and amber waves
Breathing life into the fruited plains of graves
But I’ve awakened to find a dying fracked rocky tops
Blackened drought plains laying desolate of crops
Where my family is from in Michigan The Rapids, la Grande
Makes me, all joking aside, a Yankee Doodle Dandy
Where the emblem of, the land I loved
Was supposed to be where there’s never a boast or brag
But I’ve awakened and I’ve found this only applies to non-fags
If you’re slightly brown skinned or poor, they turn you away
Ain’t nobody got time for that, they’ll remove you from society’s gray.
In honor of Dr. MLK Jr
This song was written and performed by Laura Davis while the lyrics were written by me.
Because it talks about how we should unite together as one, I feel it fitting to post it today.
