I'm Writing This Poem (For Every Brother)
I'm
writing this poem for every Brother
that has
come to the realization that
Everyone attempts
in their own little
Sanctimonious fashion to
destroy a bit
Of his dignity, his pride, his
very worth.
I'm writing this poem for every
Brother
That sees through the constant
bullshit
That is layed out daily like a
crisp
New burial shroud in the gross
attempt
To swaddle up his mind / his spirit
and
Cast him / millstone about his neck /
Hands lashed behind his back / into
the
Raging seas of failure and
dissapointment.
I'm writing this poem for every
Brother
That ever recieved a threatening
letter
From the state because he doesn't
filter
The support through their
grubby
Little mits, for which he is labeled
/
Lazy / cheap / and no account
I'm writing
this poem for every Brother
That has had to
rock himself to sleep
under the banner of
degenerate animal
Even as he witnesses the
rape, the pillage,
The very brutilization of
all his Mothers /
All his Sisters / all his
daughters
I'm writing this poem for every
Brother
That seems to fall short of being able
to
Provide what little girls have been
raised
To expect from their man even while
the
Whole of society denies him equal
access
To the pursuit thereof
I'm writing
this poem for every Brother
That is stalled
out of the main stream
Because he doesn't
possess the adequate
experience to get
employment in which
To gaine the necessary
experience
I'm writing this poem for every
Brother
That remains in the street and
homeless
Because no one would rent to him
because
He has no presentable rental
history
Because no one would rent to him
because
He is homeless
I'm writing this poem
for every Brother
That has had his window and
windsheild
Smashed/ tires flattened/ wires
pulled out/
Gas tank sugared/ clothes cut up
or burned/
House broken into/ property
destroyed/
Pockets rifled/ address book and
privacy
Invaded/ pictures returned or ripped
up, by
His so called wife/ woman/ female/
lover/
Girlfriend/ ex/ lady or fatal
attraction
I'm writing this poem for every
Brother
That has ever been escorted from his
home/
Snatched from the streets/ nightclubs/
car/
public or private functions/ etc.,
and
Forced by those deemed to be in
authority
To spend even one solitary night in
oe of
Those concrete and steel cages in the
name
Of Justice
I'm writing this poem for
every Brother
That has puzzled over why it
seems to
Be considered alright and fair game
to
Effect just about any destructive
act
That one might care to commit upon
or
Against his person
I'm writing this poem
for every Brother
That has had enough of this
crazy life
And spirit draining bullshit
I'm
Writing this poem to wish a hail
and
Hearty FUCK YOU from every Brother that/
In the face of all these diverse bits
Of
daily oppression and confusion/ has
Come to
the realization that in the
Final analisis/
his shear refusal to
Remain laying face down/
the very act
Of steady and steadfastly getting
back
Up/ the decision to finally and
forever
Stop being the victim/ is now
and
Evermore truly his only real
salvation
Embrionic Deja Vu
I grew so much up in that
little room with you.
Stretched out in the com
fort of that feathered bed.
Sparkling in the somber light
of your radiance.
Looked into the continuous
twilght of your dusk.
And you told me I should know,
then you told me why.
There in your auto-erotic,
quasi-lectual promenade,
Waltzing in dampened silk
ballrooms ablaze.
Riding an endless wave
of lashing sea.
And now I know it is as
it should be.
I shrivel a bit inside my
thoughts of that
room
The Light Binds Us
The light binds us together
Even in the darkness it seeps in
To wash us in it's warm softness
Revealing the secrets that hide
rooting out the mysteries
Exposing the all of it to our eyes
And we in shame finger eachother
And pray that the light misses us
It won't... it can't
It is what adhers us wraps us
Swaddling, moaning in the manger
Exposed to the shining stars
We are the beasts that in the
beginning bayed at the moon
Howling in our lonliness until
We learned to finger eachother
And hide from the light
And now we moan hot
Hot sighs, hot lies, hot thighs
Yes moan, moan in the dark
Whimper in joyous fear tossing
Turning, flipping, flailing
Bound even in the very darkness...
By the light
Thoughts Upon Awakening
