Monthly Archives: September 2012



Is rich men profiting,

And poor men dying.

The bereaved father

Holding the lifeless body of his child;

Blood and brains crusting on his garments

Until he too suffers the same fate.

Mothers ushering children

Into bombed-out tenements

To huddle beneath tables,

And pray to be spared again.

Unwashed urchins

Carrying begging bowls

Pried from the grips

Of dead parents.

Tear streaks forming rivulets

On their grime-covered faces.

Swollen corpses

Half-buried in mire

Bursting beneath armoured tracks.

Nervous wives

Opening doors

To military couriers

Carrying envelops.

Broken spirits, broken bodies,

…broken homes

Hear the drums beat again,

Led by the greedy,

Fueled by the media,

Supported by the ignorant,

Nary a care

 …for the innocent.

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Posted by on September 18, 2012 in Poetry


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Darkness converges,

Taunting with flagrant memories.

Harsh reminders of a time long gone,

Of ambient words that smothered aspiration

Consecrated self-loathing.


Poisonous tirades that ensured a life of wanting,

Consumed with bereft portend;

And yearnings without reprieve.

The savage longing for vengeance of an unhinged complex,

Fueled by ire and regret.

Awakening to nightmares dancing in antipathy

…deranged laughter and hurled corruption,

Holding onto gossamer sanity

While Cimmerian shades roil.

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Posted by on September 7, 2012 in Poetry


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