Category Archives: broken heart

Ala Moana

Looking down at the street below from this 14th floor hotel window I see the sidewalk where my family sleeps if God is real I hope it weeps for what society has become we don’t see our sister just another … Continue reading

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The Heart Of Babylon

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading

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Heart Of An Octopus

Its body was still pulsating the ink still traveling just beneath the slimy surface with tenticles still dripping and salt water dropping into the sand below through cracks in the weathered picnic table unable to say no, I held out my … Continue reading

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First They Came For The Black People: An Ode To Lady Justice

visions of people in my dreams lines and lines of left, right left behind leave all your belongings you won’t need them giant computer screens names and numbers from tattooed bar-codes scanned by young women progress IBM stock rising again … Continue reading

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Johnny’s All Done Marching

(With a few lines from the patriotic WW1 song “Over There” written by George M. Cohan in April 1917. Americans believed at that time that the war would be short and the song reflected that expectation) Johnny’s out of luck … Continue reading

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Crying

is this the real life i know it’s not fantasy unless my twisted mind fantasizes all the time about a fucked up world that leaves me crying all the time on the inside but out of my mind is this … Continue reading

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Twenty-Two HUMAN BEINGS

September is Suicide Prevention Month. According to the government, 22 veterans commit suicide every day. It’s probably a lot higher. Twenty-two is just a number, a statistic but there are names and faces devastated families, friends and communities They say … Continue reading

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Goodbye for the last time…

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading

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