In the effervescent light
Of the social justice torches
Hunting the Frankenstein of life
...
The desire to differ
Follows a long and distant road
Where those who change the norm
Will come and go rise and fall
...
Darkened corridors of blight
Soothingly comfort the mind
Lavish streams of iridescence
Strangling our independence
...
Curiosity often quoted
Seldom left alone
People cannot mind their own
So life become eroded
...
I see what others cannot
I seek the knowledge of her soul
For her beauty is tremendous
Yet left in a darkened hole
...
I sit in my abode
I look out among the stars
Wondering what transpired
Inciting this social war
...
I lie my head down by the creek
Listening for the sounds
All sorts of things I hear
Only to confound
...
My mind thinks of a
Far away place
Where times were different
Memories abound
...
Blatant lies are all around me
Nightmares entering my dreams
I cannot seem to find the answers
What has come over me
...
I'm sitting in a diner
I order my delight
I taste it so delicately
I roll my eyes
...
Diverse animals of nature
Come together in the night
Each vying for attention
Each raising in their height
...
Fires burning, Embers glowing
Shining into the night
Screeching voices permeate
As exfoliation of my derma unwinds
...
Before you wake up
You notice its night
Blaming biological clocks
Feels so right
...
Disabled Veteran, Burden, Angry, Disappointed, Unbelieving, Dumbfounded.Miserable, The very essence of a poet and song writer, I do both, I have over 30 songs on line on Radio Airplay under Eddy Homer. Life is what it is, I choose to ignore it, I did my time, I gave until I bled, But no more, The world is on it own now.)
For That Is How They Roll
In the effervescent light
Of the social justice torches
Hunting the Frankenstein of life
The evil White man
One has to ask
How have we come so little
After coming so far
200 YEARS OF CHANGES
60+ years of capitulation
20+ years of being dogged
And it comes to this
Pay up for my ancestors
Of which I know nothing
Nor ever met said slaves
But I am entitled
The Black privilege
States they must be paid
For simply being here
Those of the past gone
Those who deserved
Who lost it all to society
Never to see one cent
And so the Democrats
Who held and owned the slaves
For they were the leaders of
The Confederate States of America
Now make us pay
For that is How They Roll