The Voices Come Calling

The voices come calling Like shattered visitors in the night Darkness expunged within thought Auditioning words; trying to get it right Vapid orations coming from the podium Stacks of the wrong books & loose leaf notes The dumbing down makes a tedious existence But ideas are the traditional spark of an antidote

Hanging With Crazy Creative Types

    Hanging with crazy, creative typesThey spin your mind in awkward waysMelding simple ideas into revolutionsExpanding out into our civilian daysThey’re different by their very natureNever able to hide within societyChanging the world with each thoughtTheir beauty laced with inherent piety

Searching Cavernous Souls

Searching cavernous souls Racking what I might believe Splitting hairs of fragrant Ideas wandering down my sleeve But I’m not more righteous Than the boys down on the beat I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat There’s quiet secret I might contain Love & passion bubbling justContinue reading “Searching Cavernous Souls”

She Wore White To The Hanging

She wore white to the hanging Fingers smudged from setting the patriarchy to burn She wore a guilty smile For they would never ever seem to learn By her beauty, they were always distracted But her brains they never could comprehend Once the fire went viral They wished they could call her a friend TheyContinue reading “She Wore White To The Hanging”