Thơ sáu chữ: Keep Your Hands Clean

We can speak of a thingand comprehend it's something we doBut you don't truly understand wrongdoing until it is inflicted upon you We live vicariously through a screenfrom the comfort of our homesBe safe, keep your hands clean from where the suffering freely roams Thơ sáu chữ (Six-Word Verse): Stanzaic, written in quatrains or octaves.6 … Continue reading Thơ sáu chữ: Keep Your Hands Clean

Cracks

Weakness splayed across the desert skinWhere cracks widen with devilish grinsThe porous drought stricken plain crumbles Braced against the ever present rumble There the earth swallows the unworthyUnwanted, malnourished, slaves of adversity Gone. Born solely to suffer a foreign sinA cavernous tremor ripples from within'I a mn e a rd e a t hI c … Continue reading Cracks

Incessant Dung Beetle

The painstabbingBehind my right eyeRipples outtoward my templeFrayed nervesWear thinTrampledby the incessant dung beetlerolling an endless convoy of shit The burdensome swellLodgedin my brainInhibits functionI can onlyFind reliefThroughEmptying my mindOf allconversationswith you

Old School

I've lived through plaguesSeen my fair share of crusadesI'm Old School comrades I've seen ice ages come and goFriend to mammoth and eskimoI'm Old School bro I saw the dinosaurs have their dayUntil a meteor paved their wayI'm Old School compadre I saw a land without fireWithout man's desireI'm Old School squire I stood by … Continue reading Old School