MATHEM
Sadiki, friend, you
I swear I never knew
Forgive me my friend
BRIO
I have engaged the power of spring,
buzzing with life-force, ignorant of draught or death,
resilient as meadow-grass and morning.
We sow community in re-acquisitioned places,
crowded city-street, white walking shoes, protest song,
the un-sinkable strength, our hands and mouths.
And I have heard the rumble from feet on ground,
drum-beat depth, electric, commencement of the connected,
roll on, steadily advancing, through cities hungry,
stirring a hum in open heads and hearts.
Old constructs crumble and blow away,
new consciousness takes root.
DAYDREAM LEGACY
GI Joe in the box, anticipation building, compressing.
Cami-clad roosters puff chests, yet scare like skittish dogs
when thunder cracks.
"To those things that are brave and honorable;
we sacrifice ourselves"
words, oaths, and codes we are dying to believe.
Looming clouds of hubris block out the light,
yet vanish like phantoms in the quiet.
The desert hums.
Caravan of elephants winding to the horizon,
shaking the ground with excitement.
Fear. Lust for relevance.
We are a traveling band of actors,
brothers and sisters, strangers, imposters.
Channeling Joan of Arc and Forrest Gump.
Generation who cares?
We were looking for something more, than reality TV.
A chance at redemption.
CINQUAIN
American Form
Tan tent.
Hair dryer heat,
Imbue my bed through walls.
Sweating; I wonder why I’m here─
Betrayed
QUATERN
American Form 2
What pride one’s country can incite,
iconic stars on sea of blue,
all crimson alternating white,
on lunar land our colors flew.
We saw far lands, we brothers too,
what pride ones country can incite.
Though not all marched in time and cue,
for many did not choose to fight.
At crisis point to strike seemed right.
Our vengeance shan’t come overdue.
What pride ones country can incite,
a world of enemies to subdue.
Unfounded fear we misconstrue,
employ our minds less than our might.
For freedom’s debt the deaths accrue.
What pride ones country can incite.
