I heard you insulted our kind
We are born like everyone else
Of a woman, to this world
White amongst the black race

I do not blame your ignorance
You say the blacks that pray to God
To reincarnate as Arian white
Will be born as albinos’

You are wrong, very wrong
Things do not work that way
Where we are born and how
A mystery you’ll never know

I cover my head from burning sun
This makes you think I am inferior
I stay in front of the class
In order to see the board clearly

This cliche teenage heart drums in rhythm with the pounding and rushing and whirring of the world surrounding me. Trapped within a cage of skin and bone, throbbing to be free, begging to be let go.
I can't escape and these bonds won't break. I'm stuck within this conforming body and doomed to become just another dying soul.
Crimson on the inside and full of vibrant life,
yet slowly fading, unable to break the rhythm,
my heart constantly bleeding, steadily beating
sending more scarlet through my veins.

slender runs the course
the valley of sun like fingers
on velveteen breeze
raise from the stoney
ground your fertile strive
and let your sighs
tremble with the gusts
that linger and race
glitter on the glacial
stream
oh verdant spirit
let the quiet solemnity
in this glade be your
midnight prayer
like frost upon the
rocky ayre

It won't be long now I see
'fore the calendar catches up with me
and we will both be in late fall
close to hearing winter's call
and reaching final destiny

When the autumn's come and gone
and I see winter's first chill dawn
shall I face the last season with fear
knowing the final cold is near?
I guess that I'll just carry on

Reclining over the chandelier,
He sold his innocence for a glass of wine.
His pendent kept her heart to his,
And clasped it forever like a gold casket.

A little lie can hurt a bit;
He buried her in a diamond box,
And took it out with him to sea
On the first day that he was born.

He smelled of sludge and scented roses,
Dined of fish and crustaceans,
But when he'd wished himself to die,
He'd set his eyes upon a star

In clay from ancient times,
our tread has deepened, faded,
graded its declines, those patterns of our gait
translate the size and height, our stance.

We rise to walk upright,
seize weapons of the hand and mind,
our troubles multiply,
our brains try hard to understand.

Have we, do we e'er progress?
We think it so; we know;
and still we make the same mistakes
that man made eons ago.

I don't know why it happens
there is no warning, reason, rhyme
but crashes are drawn to me
they happen all the time

There should be some alarm
"This system's going to fail"
I could prevent a nervous break-down
and another computer-sale

I was watching the Moscow Cat Circus
on youtube the other day and I thought
my cats would never have done
this. They live on a rogue planet where their
dogs steal the show with obsessive, mad tail-wagging
and slurpy, wild, wet kisses.

Perhaps I should have learned to swim better
maybe it wasn't so smart to paddle out there
in a fifteen foot cyclone surf
on a paddle board
Mum and Dad
will be so mad
I wonder if
I'll get in trouble?
They say your life
flashes before
your eyes
when you die
this shouldn't
take long,
I'm only
very
young.

The Alien D.J.

Oh Mr alien please land near me
just like the DJ says
don’t go to Africa or the middle East
come to where comfort obeys.

You don’t want to see the starving
or hear the wailing of the oppressed
Come to sunny Florida, New York, Paris
or London, maybe that would be best.

You see here we have class, culture,
no one hungers but our silly slimmer’s
I’m sure there’s more for you to see
we even have lights with dimmers