a poem is a sermon
It isn’t what you think it is at all.
There is no solid substance underneath.
Just one small push will make the whole thing fall,
and patching it together, to be brief,
is just a pointless exercise, designed
to take you far beyond your breaking point,
and there, when you begin to lose your mind,
to leave you helplessly and fully out of joint.
Physical confinement has its source
in some external entity that binds.
It is imposed by outside will, of course.
But slavery is not just of that kind;
your mind’s created prisons reinforce
the limitations you are taught to see,
the walls that form the edges of the box
in which you play out your brief history.
Americans talk loud and often of their right to speak: a pillar of democracy that gives voice to the weak as well as strong, in equal shares, so each may truly taste of freedom’s sweet, delicious fruit and none will go to waste. And yet, a legal right to speak is often not enough; reality […]
This morning my country’s on orange alert; or maybe stale yellow, if you feel perverse: the color of bullies, who’re cowards, in fact, who put down in others convictions they lack. The war is on terror, they’ll loudly proclaim; but killing is killing, no matter the name. Nobody learns nothing by point of a gun, […]
For some reason, I’m in a shit-kicking mood today. All my ducks are in a row, and I’m feeling my oats. Could be because it’s a beautiful warm spring day with a slight breeze and plenty of sunshine. Could be because it’s Friday. Could be just because. Anyway, here’s a song I wrote about being […]
Baby’s got a hole in her shoe Tells me she’s not sure what to do All her watercolors have turned to blue Said she wanted a choice, but now there’s nothing left to choose Tells me that her well’s about to run dry Got no more tears left her to cry Baby’s got a lot […]
CHORUS: If far too often fate seems to be fixed and all for nought, pray you remember this: of our own choosing are these states of life, both law and ruler from among us rise. ‘Tis in our hands, that much of being free oft comes to nil, and so our apathy determines how our […]