Category Archives: death

Second Amendment Sonnet

A firearm in hand boosts the weak psyche

•Fist, Stick, Knife, Gun• explains psychology

A pistol needn’t compromise with me

2nd Amendment’s a tautology

White Supremacy’s 2nd Amendment

Guns to bully & slaughter Brown People

First Indians then Negroes targeted

Racism’s the American steeple

I’d always suspected this about guns

They’re part of the American ego

They were somewhat less necessary once

Back when White Supremacy was legal

Guns’re inextricably linked to death

Taking over when compromise has left

https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-8070-4449-0

http://freakonomics.com/podcast/how-to-think-about-guns-a-new-freakonomics-radio-podcast/

http://www.citylights.com/book/?GCOI=87286100460830

https://www.stitcher.com/s?eid=53508079&autoplay=1&refid=asi_twtr

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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/

David Bowie Has Died

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David Bowie has Died, as must we all

He is a part of our sweet memories

With prolific production musical

Who helped us to see the world differently

None of us could know him personally

I wonder if someone so prolific

would have hung out casually

While driven to write songs so beatific

The songs he created captured our lives

Danceable, thoughtful: he made life more fun

Dancing & thinking we feel more alive

His death reminds us “all will end their run”

We mourn Ziggy’s passing as a sad truth

But what we’re really missing is our youth

*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

Abyss Sonnet



Into these temporary abysses

Merrily we fling our bodies & souls

As if this misery would dismiss us

From human’s* self-imposed soul sucking holes

The deeper we venture exploration 

The more absence and nothingness we find

The harder it is to play our station

And dream of some mortal human justice

We find within existence’s vortex

Only artifacts of our endurance:

Despair’s abysses will stun the cortex

& synthesize spiritual assurance

Don’t seek the abyss of nothingness yet

Life, humbly-well-lived, will better get

Racism’s Reason Sonnet



Racist outrages shock our consciences
Shootings, lynchings & incarcerations
Call into question myths of justice’s
True mechanical machinations 

Shortcomings continue year after year
Confounding well intentioned people
But it doesn’t take demographers near
To see that this system’s been unequal

Reform never gets any real traction
Because this constitution benefits
Our Caucasian affirmative action
Which, good white people quietly admit

Racism is no accident for us

It is white people’s social insurance



Capital (Punishment) Sonnet



This Barbarity of killing people

In dark alleyways or bright death chambers

Shows humanity’s morally feeble

When we act upon our righteous anger

Terrorism, the powerless’s war

Kills innocent bystanders to strike fear

“Justified,” declared wars, just hurt the poor

To control people & resources dear

Capital Punishment obscures this

Brutal hubris of self centered anger

By involving people, laws and “justice”

To legalize murders in death chambers

When someone is executed by us

We mimic the orange jumpsuits of ISIS