My only wish
to pen
my pain
my loves
elusive
visions
in repose
Instead
I am ground
like mute
cattle
Under the greedy
wheel of industry
crushed & cursed
by the insatiable
children
of responsibility
I am young
but old
feeble
Unable to lift
such weights
Will you
lend muscle
to bone?
Will you
draw draughts
from a dustbowl
well
for a trembling glance
beyond
the Eleysian veil?
You & I
conjoin twins
shackled
to fantasy
I taste
the rust
of our chains
I
cry & creak
in the
marrow
If you
step up
to
bend
the hands
of the iron
clock
I will
lend
stick balance
& wipe
your face
as we
tumble
into
the gutter
below
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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