Staten Island
Cryptic memories dwindle among lost woods, foliage of time,
of childhood and innocence. Clouds guide me to an emotional birth
Sands along island shores once iridescent, erratic children play peddling on cycles,
maniacal, casting fervor on weak spirits. My dreams found its soul to laugh at the
struggle inflicted on my mind when a pen poured out from my heart
Assaulted again and again by frenetic youth where I was sacrificed as Christ, but without
a heavenly paradise or supreme order, only rigid clerics in a vulnerable milieu
left with only one solution: to escape my birthplace. In my miscreant years,
I gathered amid throngs of dope fiends, young drunks, junkies
devouring cash and I let them consume the vices of my own
form that incarcerated my being, releasing demons
from my brain as a war ensued locking my senses
in a cell with delusions as though prison guards.
I fled to religious ceremonies to plead with
God to free me from oppression as I
consulted with mindful physicians
and behavioral counselors who
probed this broken life for answers.
I scurried to academia and sufferance
came. I peered at myself waiting,
looking in a mirror, searching
for an epoch or prophetic link
to my mentality for my verses.
The Declaration of Early Man
We the early Homo Sapien Sapiens of the post Ice Age, those who evolved into modern man
at the dawn of civilization, they who invented unrefined tools, discovered the use of fire,
devoured meat of beasts after the hunt, who started culture, formed societies, caused wars hereby declare the truth to our existence that we support Darwin's Theory of Natural Selection,
standing against all religious fundamentalists and creationists and their influences
to form a more perfect anthropological planet, and that all men are descended from apes.
We who first harnessed the force of work animals, planted grain for the harvest,
built shelters, mended clothes, buried our dead and gave homage to them,
and by this unite as a single amalgamated bipedal carbon-based hominid specie, the human race,
soundly resonating, as such grunts and howls among cave dwellers in their crude speech
uttering that all religious myths contrast with our perspective, or belief system
favoring the natural over supernatural and that all humanity possesses the capability to change,
adapt, and advance to further generations in this continuum of time and history.
Sister Fantastic
Come, angel of the sun
my lament waits
earth, our bed of compassion.
I embrace your subcultural beliefs
Sister Babylon, I've never desired
to evade your love, your world
that bleeds of peace and freedom
Free these flames from me,
once-burdened by ideas
Release these moments burning
in generations, rallies, colorful celebrations
to rejoice in truth
I recall being severed from your touch,
the warmth and comfort you brought
now yearning to one day find you and our child
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