Category Archives: ambition

Distorted America Poem

President’s American liberty
(Overconsumption, avarice, gluttony)
Dresses in the “drag of security”
(This way there is no long term certainty!)

Xenophobia separates people
Making us fearful & much more tractable
Freedom, when wealthier, was our steeple
(Nouveau-wealth tell us lies un-factual!)

It is clear: to live in utopia
You must strive to see the other man’s side
It’s not as far as Casiopia
(Attempt to understand his crazy lies!)

Behind beheadings & predator drones
The wanton ideological killings
Are simple desires everyone owns
(Someone’s getting rich off of these ratings!)

To lubricate the larder for the rich
We fear other types of society
Buy military hardware like a bitch
(To maintain some bourgeois propriety!)

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Suicide Masculinity Sonnet

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Man killed himself because he hated himself,
(His humanity & all its threads).
Blew himself to bits, on his fetish shelf
With the pretty things that peopled his head 

He couldn’t imagine himself getting
What he wanted, in this life of limits
(Culture & religions this abetting)
So he exploded -BOOM- (fucking dimwit) 

Auto-Immune Masculinity bane:
As Toxic as Ebola-Explosive
Drove this wanna-be “macho man” insane
His un-used sperm count was too corrosive

Toxic masculinity’s evil’s edge:
S’Created by tradition’s privilege

Morning’s Fourth Sonnet

 

 Today’s heroes just go to work & school
They do their best in this annoying world 

& ignore the clarion call of fools

Who people their dreams with desire’s discord 
Heroes read paper books they don’t want to

Listen to disagreeable lectures

Know exactly what it is they must do

To fight misery’s greedy l’il specters
Competition & insecurity

Are the backbone of consumer culture

We’re enslaved: shiny “chains of purity”

Bind us to avarice’s green monster
But the heroes go out every day

Searching: ignorance’s dragon to slay

Ode to Eternal Justice

  
Just remember every soulDispatched to his or her maker

Was murdered by all of their goals

God, were Faith not dreams of fakers!
Would there were an afterlife

Where Hitler could meet the dead Jews 

& be acquainted with the strife

& pain that wanton killing strews
Then Bush, Powel, Rice & Rumsfeld

Could be justly tried, convicted

For the war crimes they should be held

Murder for their “dreams” inflicted
Dante’s Inferno’s last circle

Where there is fire’s heat, but no light

Dissected: no rehearsal 

For their denying humans’ rights
There are predator drones waiting

To mete out corporate rapture

Over poor brown people’s playthings:

I wish Devils would them capture
But there’s no justice eternal

Only the lives lived here on earth

There’s no penalty infernal 

Of long term revenge there’s a dearth 

http://www.esquire.com/news-politics/politics/news/a35397/bush-cheney-war-crimes/

*The Sympathizer* Haiku Review

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An epic novel
About idealism
& humanity

Viet Than Nguyen’s
Novel *The Sympathizer*
Teaches us to watch
From “Viet Nam’s” war
Back to lust’s true religion
To “his” conception
“He’s” anonymous
Making his particulars
More universal
Just like Ishmael
Anonymous narrator
Waxes Poetic
Racial digression
Of his “miscegenation”
(Muddied purity)
“Not half anything[:]
You’re twice everything”
His mother explained
(Nguyen 134)
Nguyen’s spy novel
Plumbs America’s sad depths
in literature
Ellison, Melville
Hawthorne, Douglass, Poe, Hurston
All resonate here
American id:
“Anti-Transcendentalist?”
“Existentialist?”
“Torture” of “nothing”
Crystallized America
& optimism
(Nguyen 366)
Yankee Paradox:
Our Revolutionary
Impulses now dead
Now America’s
The cruel Torturous Empire
Unseen to itself
A fantastic read
Airy prose is ballasted
With weight of great thoughts

Nothing Sonnet (6)



Nothing really matters

Though we insist things do

History just occurs

Though we don’t think it through

Exist & continue

Struggle or surrender

We can’t change the venue

We live in life’s plunder

The things that anger us:

That which we choose to care 

Just become cancerous

Have no more heft than air

So remember nothing

Will your life improving 

No Heart



Heart Transplant Dreams Die

A Black man died in Georgia

With no opportunity

Lived the short life of soldiers

& died in iniquity

 

His bold imagination

Took him to a life of wealth

Though his realization

Did not let him keep his health

 

He wanted thug life glamour:

All men’s fear and women’s love

For this “respect” he’d clamour

But true fate gave him a shove

 

Young men live “wealthy dream”

But die when it’s not what it seems


http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/ga-teen-donated-heart-dead-crime-spree-cops-article-1.2169324