love is
a cancer
it cancels
out logic
we can’t
seem to stop it
from consuming
all
our minds
rarely consent
our hearts
inconsistent
its threat
ever constant
consigned
to its fate
Please, Make It Stop
I DON’T THINK SO!
if we could state with fearless freedom
the truth that every woman knows
the cross that every woman bears
the pain that every woman suffers
it would still not yet suffice
the silence, violence, negligence
disparity, disquietude
the destitute condition
of a desperate society
destined to repeat the past
with exigence until at last
we will have set the final precedent
we will not go gentle into that good night
we will not stand aside
we will abide by what is right
and you will comply
no longer will you have your way
you’ve had your day for all of time
before, we roared, but none would listen
now we shall arise
accept no compromise
condemn the lies
convict the crimes
inflicted upon daughters
wives
sisters
mothers
friends
neighbors
strangers
ancestors
descendants
relentless
has been your assailing
tending to your biggest failing
rendering yourself invalid
by and of your own availing
eventually, you must understand
without women, there is not man
for we live on our mother’s earth
because our mothers gave us birth
there is no other savior, sir
existence is not heaven-sent
presently our plight has shown
what all women have ever known
that thirsty eyes and empty minds
bring idle hands to victimize
the innocent
the defenseless
without the fear
of consequence
the fallout
subsequently following
their lack of self-control
to sate their whim
they spend our souls?
I DON’T THINK SO!
now you must atone
Sharing Is Caring:
Hidden Facets
There are many personas contained within each individual’s name which reveal themselves through, of all things, anagrams. Uncovering these hidden personas is an old pastime of mine. I now present to you the anagrams of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Feel free to interpret these as you wish…
- doldrum pant
- mud rod plant
- odd rum plant
- darn lump dot
- torn dad lump
- add torn lump
- plum odd rant
- lump and trod
- odd lamp runt
- mad porn lout
- odd palm turn
- torn lamp dud
- damn plod rut
- mad runt plod
- darn mud plot
- lard ton dump
- land dump rot
- old rant dump
- dolt ran dump
- rump and dolt
- dump lord ant
- lord damp nut
- old damp runt
- darn dump lot
- darn dolt ump
- dump lord tan
- pot drum land
- mud land port
- odd lump rant
- dun mold part
- dun tarp mold
- dun mold trap
- dun malt drop
- dun old tramp
- dun dram plot
- palm trod dun
- lynch a trillion
- nor a chilly lint
- archly loin lint
- i lynch oral lint
- horny lilac lint
- lint i call horny
- lit crony in hall
- an ill crony hilt
- alt crony in hill
- richly anon till
- charity inn loll
- trill in halcyon
- chilly loin rant
- no thrill in lacy
- ill thorn in clay
- holy rill cat inn
- a rich nylon lilt
- lint on rich ally
- lay rich toll inn
- all rich yon lint
- rally on nil itch
- i only rant chill
- only a trill inch
- ninth coil rally
- con inlay thrill
- i can roll thinly
- ill lynch ration
- loin lynch trail
- i lynch in a troll
- lynch all in riot
- nil to lynch lair
- lot in lynch lair
- ill tinny choral
- thy ill carol inn
- thy ill thorny clan
- hilly clan intro
- i thrill clan yon
Sharing Is Caring:
Sacred Trivialities
we ride
this boundless wave
from crest
to crash
in chaos
crushing shrieks
and drowning cries
echoes
in the undertow
through waters
of an unknown quest
sinuating circumstances
tend this surface tension
tenuously
as each action
scatters sentences
in capillary sequences
of curious inconsequence
where quantum rifts
soon shift to cosmic
drifting upon caustic wake
it is in that squallish whisper
when the hands of fate uplift us
sifting through our sins
in graceless cringing
and grimaced chagrin
gravity turns inverse
severing us
from our sanctimonious symbols
and sacred trivialities
we once revered
with fierce resolve
our lives revolved
provincially
with every round
all soon found
to have been
profundity’s antithesis
arriving at the genesis
of cyclical rebound
reborn and disavowed
in distant visions
of the now
Sharing Is Caring:
Not Even Death
when everything
is gone
nothing matters
the only place
you still exist
is barely even tangible
but you don’t care
no one cares
not even death
and so it persists
Sharing Is Caring:
The Last Pain
fading in
and out of shadows
faces
of bizarre contortion
glaring
as a stranger’s
features
reach into
this bed of famine
trapped within
these walls
without you
terror-stricken
anxious
reeling
haunted
by fates unforeseen
fleeing
from my own escape
on paper
pouring tortured
thoughts
poring over
art
distraught
in attics
dimly lit
amid daunting stacks
bearing chronicles
so unfamiliar
taunting
with disparity
the stalking stares
cast cold as steel
the last pain
I am left to feel
is lost to numbness
pitted in this hole
that was my conscience
Sharing Is Caring:
Shores of Implore
plastic melts
like sugared air
and time conforms
to nothing
songs persist
through voices shared
with context
ever shifting
if only
you could walk beside me
on these planes
of swallowed hope
placid seas
would then return us
sadly
this will never be
Sharing Is Caring:
Stranded On the Precipice
death escaped
my hands
and left me
standing at the altar
the emptiness
received me
like a self-
inflicted wound
in a room
adorned with trinkets of trifle
faintly linking
my alter-ego
to this faux land
of vaulted heart
and vapid mind
where visions turn
away
afraid
to learn
of their inbound
inception
this blunderous aberration
has no station
nor foot
to find it steady
a cistern of depleted days
precedes each ghastly step
in protest
stranded
on the precipice
of a sempiternal impasse
surely they jest
upon questioning
assent to my depression
such pain belies
its own expression
and politesse yet stays
my tongue
Sharing Is Caring:
To LIVE
To LIVE
is to have
the TRUTH
of one’s individual
PERSONAL
experience
perpetually
INVALIDATED
by the WORLD
around you
with special
EMPHASIS
on those
who ARE poised
to KNOW
YOU best
Sharing Is Caring:
Pavlovian Lapdogs
petulant plebians pandering prose
spawned out of spite from depictions composed
of pithless and petty ploys poised to appease
a princess of poisonous pedantry peeved
with patrons plucked patiently tempered by pique
their person purloined spurred by spurious speech
supinely complying peremptorily
pliable pupils impaired by erred pleas
obsequious as pavlovian lapdogs
a precedent of appalling demagogue
imparting dispatch surreptitiously reaped
to pose such a perfect impression oblique
to passively present through public dispose
promotion of disreputable depose
to please their despot’s pathetic importunes
perilous plots born of perceived impugn
sparing none, for all are prone as her pawns
through solipsist eyes of contempt and despond
Max, or Not 
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