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Words, words, words

11/28/2020

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Filling a page with scratches,

With symbols of despair.

Desperate to find meaning

Through markings in space.

Combining words

Over and over again

Different varieties

Unique variations

Until they sound important.

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But they aren’t.

.

There is more meaning

In an empty page

Then in all the countless pages

I have filled.


Desperation

desperation fills you up

drop by drop

grain by grain

until there is nothing left

of what you were.

.

you now call

the desperation

by your name.


god

god cries for the unborn child but does not think of the million people who have no hope.

god believes that life is precious but that black lives do not matter.

god raises one group of people above another and turns his back on those living in helplessness, poverty, war, and despair.

It seems to me that god is just a concept in which we hide our prejudices.


Beliefs

God exists whether we believe

In him or not.

Science doesn’t care what we believe.

I don’t believe in anything.

Nobody cares.


She Does It All

Hi everyone. Just self-published my first children’s book, She Does It All.

Kids get to finish the book by illustrating the verses.

Fun!

She’s bumping the bumper who bumped on his bump,

And jumps with the jumper who’s jumping the jump.

She’s pacing the pacer who paced the quick pace,

And chases the chaser who’s chasing the chased.

She’s dialing the dialer who dialed the dial,

And smiles with the smiler who smiling his smile.

Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CG8B9MG

Product details

  • Paperback: 44 pages
  • Publisher: Independently published (July 3, 2020)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 979-8632392976
  • ASIN: B08CG8B9MG
  • Product Dimensions: 8 x 0.1 x 10 inches

 


Say When 060320

There were so many moments

You could have stopped

If you had compassion

If you showed mercy.

 

When he stopped struggling

When he stopped asking

His (dead) mother for help

When he fell unconscious

When he stopped breathing

When he lost his pulse

But you continued

To choke his dead body

For another three minutes.

 

Was your hatred so great

That death wasn’t

Punishment enough

For being a black man?


Dear Mr. President 060220

Dear Mr. President,
Do you think by using
overwhelming force
against your own people,
you will accomplish anything?
You are not even putting
a bandage on a gunshot wound.

The anger that your people feel
cannot be contained
if they are forced back
into their homes
or prison cells.

There is no justification for people
to commit acts of violence
against innocent people.
It is wrong when committed
by an individual
or the government.

The problem is a racist system.
The problem is not a brick through a window.
You cannot solve the problem
by silencing the victims.

Racism exists
On city streets,
In quiet neighborhoods,
In public parks.

In the Inquisition there was a saying,
You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.
Social inequalities will not go away
unless we make them go away,
through legislation
through education
through a redistribution of wealth.

Patriots say, freedom is not free!
But neither is equality.
Neither is justice.
We need to fight for equality.
We need to fight for justice.
Not only when it is in the news,
But every moment that we breathe.

Victims have long memories.
We will remember the knee on his neck.
We will remember the plea for mercy.
We will remember the death
in a quiet neighborhood.
We will remember the call to the police.

The troops you send against us,
Will not wipe those injustices,
Or the thousand others from our memory.
Change will.

 


Article on A.F. Winter

In the Summerville Journal Scene, my local paper.

It also may be the reason why I should never give interviews!

Please click on the link below.

Article


loved love

I have someone whom I loved,

love.

 

she is not far away,

nearly.

 

I only think of happy times,

sadly.

 


dead words 02/2020

dead words on a page

 

i liked them so much better

when they were in my mind.

they danced, they jumped

they changed

as i tried to get them right.

 

They begged me to write them down,

But when I did,

They were empty, ugly, and dead,

Frozen in time and space,

In an effort to be validated.