My Woman, My Maker


everyone has one
everyone knows one
whether you know them
appreciate them
or care to ponder their existence
they care about you
naturally keen to nurturing
and always lending a hand
in encouraging
they are the winds of change
upon the decadent heart of man
sensual and slatternly
it pumps sperm and hormones
in and out an overstimualted world
without them, we’d all be dead
unkept and without proper bread
these ones take the first step to see
children are looked after
at home or abroad
we are neighbors to all
and I think they grasp that best
both adult and youth
are told we’re alike
but that’s far from true
completely unique
motivations rarely in sync
her dream could be my dream
but I’m afraid to admit I came from her
without her, I wouldn’t exist
I lose a hint of hubris
but gain an eternity in respect
for a body not made to be gazed on
in pornograhic desire
but to be appreciated, and if in matrimony
be lifted even higher in regard
because without my woman
men could not go far
they are our creators, and our caregivers
they teach us, correct us, embolden us
the first eyes I gazed upon
entering a blistering new world
the first and only voice
I’ve ever truly heard
I love my women
in ways no man will ever know
because without the courage
to be humble to those above
how can your supposed love
ever show



The Darkness Chokes The Sense Of The Homeless


The darkness chokes the sense

of the homeless

throwing punches of humility

and stealing the cents out of hats

too big to fit the head of a ten year old boy

silence awakens the mind of a soldier

trapped in a traumatized mind

he marches up and down his home to Iraqi time

and swings an AK around his head like a toy

bullets rain down in a cascade of calamity

and with the blindness of humanity

there’s more to this never ending story

of birth, disappointment, and death

medicine buys you an extra breath

but takes away twice the life

adults cheat on each other

teens resort to the knife

and poor babies, they don’t get any rights

there’s more vacant houses on a single block

than the times the gangster will cock his glock

at the very thought of red and blue

shallow crooks like Hillary say they know what it’s like

If only they knew

an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

here’s some ecstasy and pot

in exchange for our youth

mom’s leave their children

in search of better pay

while feminists overlook the rising level of strokes

and the blood in the streets from where kids lay

nobody to guide them, that’s fine

let Justin Bieber lead the way

but he won’t give them back their time

tired of hearing about gender

while the news makes everything about race

let’s focus instead on treating each other like humans

because we all belong in this place


The Woman Who Broke The Glass Ceiling


She climbed down from the ladder

“Too high for you, eh?” shouted the onlookers

and musing in haughty tones they departed

but to her, their ignorance never mattered

As she became determined to break their will

her soul rose higher every day

a spirit choking on depreciation, sexism

and intolerance had its fill

she marched not with the masses

but sat with the myriads of ink on the shelves

Orion had to tell her to sleep

as slumber overcame her crooked glasses

While the populace ranted and raved

for temporary things like wealth and wages

she remained quiet and composed

understanding her place

Hawthorne in her lap, Bronte by her side

they could not see the power she already had

and eventually would gain all she desired

yes, it was her time

One night, while the men slept

unaware their presumed authority was about to be taken

and the divine order demanding to be shaken

a pair of dashing feet carried a still sleeping body

through the city of her youth

past the doors that slammed shut

unacceptant of female verse

past the home of the priest

who preached acceptance by Jesus yet denied her presence in church

she reached the middle of the town

and ascended the ladder once more

with every step, her hair was tangled

and dress mangled

but defiant to both god and man

she carried her book her heart

a spear in her hand

and blasting through the glass ceiling

she paved the way for others like her

to write their own stories

and set in motion a new beginning