Poetry

“Easter Island”

Facial monoliths dot the coast
They are motionless
Yet they know so much
Why are they here?
What do they represent?
Are they the monument of a past pagan god?
Or a giant's abandoned lawn furniture
Stone soldiers from the neck up
They hold their post from dusk till dawn

“If Guns Could Talk”

If guns could talk
Would they cock back?
Or would they simply say stop that
If guns could talk
Would they be hungry for ammo?
Or would they beg for the court systems to ban them
If guns could talk
Would they get trigger happy
Or trigger depressed
If guns could talk
Would they blame themselves for the arrest?

“What is a Recession?”

What is a recession?
It is the confession of society
A depression of reality
The truth is making an appearance for love actuality
Live by one practicality
Time to unite all nationalities
What is a recession?
The chance to dance in between realities

“Conspiracy Theorist”

Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
Involve the fear of reality with your lyrics
Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
If you think 911 was a set up
Then you’re the terrorist
Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
Why can’t you accept what the populace thinks?
Oh you’re the conspiracy theorist
I’ll believe it when God writes it in clear ink

“Word Revolution”

Let’s start a word revolution
We deserve restitution
From this urban pollution
Time for a resolution
Let our writing speak out
Right wing left wing
All just a political decal
Can’t you see now?
We can transform from being weak to wow
Seek on the prow
Take a seat in the now
Break free from the weeds
No time to throw in the towel

“Origins”

‘Flint rock etched onto a cave canvas
Yesterday's hunt gloriously depicted
The feather of the fowl left on an estuary
Becomes embalmed in ink and unifies with parchment
In a reservoir filled with blue
A single click exposes its mark
Inspiration is bled