i listen for a  moment

to the voice of the poets' urge

and hear the sounds of another

eking from the sea

an i wonder if it's mine

or some other hermit clown

if it's the voice from some stranger

human skin than mine

i don't know

but urge myself onward

on toward the edge of the morn

onward to the evening sky

onward toward the bath 

that will scour us with a scourge

of want or of hatred 

hatred for the approaching crowd

oh yes this is the next gathering

of people like ourselves

searching about for meaning

while breathing in the dusk

as we stand beside the crowns

and plagues of ancient crimes

those that are definitely ours 

yet those of humankind

*More tears are shed over answered prayers than over unanswered ones.

-Truman Capote

*When state institutions have lost their legitimacy and violence has become the means favored by all sides, the sacred values of justice, morals and religion are bathed in blood and reduced to nothing.

-Marshall Sahlins

Fallen Star

                                                                   4 Huey P. Newton

They could never understand

what u set out 2 do

instead they chose 2

ridicule  u

when u got weak

They loved the sight

of your dimming

and flickering starlight

How could they understand what was so intricate

2 be loved by so many, so intimate

they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse

This way u could not alter the course

of ignorance that they have set

2 make my people forget

what they have done for much 2 long

2 just forget and carry on

I had loved u forever because of who u R

And now I mourn our fallen star