Puppies are better/
than babies because puppies/
don’t cry. Babies do.
Category: Global Poetry Writing Month
#GloPoWriMo 7/30: Even perfection ain’t perfect
Thoughts on perfection/
Is something attainable/
if it don’t exist?
#GloPoWriMo 6/30: For John
I don’t want free milk
nor a free cow.
Willing to pay
for what I need,
and I need neither
right now.
Sampled many milks
at the market.
Found a few that I like.
Ate some aged cheddar.
Liked that too.
Bought cheese.
Bought milk.
Still ain’t buying a cow.
#GloPoWriMo 5/30: Stick
He used to speak softly,
and carry a big stick.
Then he stopped speaking.
Still carried the big stick.
Then,
he became the big stick.
Taught to believe
that a man ain’t a man
if that man don’t show force.
He wants to be the force.
Rule harshly
against the defenseless.
Use the stick
to numb their senses
if they ever question.
He is the law,
and the embodiment thereof.
He doesn’t
have to claim that he’s God
when everything that he does
proclaims that he is.
In persona christi.
God in the flesh.
Some wonder
if he lost the ability
to speak.
Didn’t want things
lost in translation.
Conversations take patience,
and ain’t nobody got time for that.
His stick moves swiftly.
Talking
is for the weak.
He’s training gods to be
to choose force
over speech.
Because even if
they don’t respect his words,
they will respect his stick.
#GloPoWriMo 4/30: Pondering
How much of my life/
would make sense if I wasn’t/
the one living it?
#GloPoWriMo 3/30: Oppressed
An oppressor’s goal/
is to retire while the/
oppression still works.
#GloPoWriMo 2/30: About Her
She asks me
to note her best features.
I start thinking
about the way her hips sway
as the sun sets.
About how her face
is the prototype of perfect.
She is
an example of excellence.
But,
none of that is important.
I will not
call her pretty.
She
is so much more.
She
is my cheerleader
and coach,
Hope and love
personified,
and given a voice.
She is reason
and balance.
Strength and conditioning
for challenges
that may come.
She taught me
not to run.
To sit,
and to listen.
But not obey
my fears.
Her best feature
is not being able
to describe how amazing
she is.
She just
is.
#GloPoWriMo 1/30: Understanding
I’m learning
to find solace in things I don’t understand.
Starting to think
that not everything is meant to be understood.
Some shit just is,
while some isn’t.
Some will never be.
My understanding of the world changes,
as the world changes me.
The world is ever changing.
We keep living.
Understanding the world is not a prerequisite for life .
Some seek to be understood.
Some seek to be right.
I think about the day
when we will just seek to be.
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