Monday, July 19, 2010
Excerpts from "HOW MANY VICTIMS?"
... It's like you're driving to your destination with a blindfold on;
Then wonder why you keep ending up on someone's front lawn....
In your hurry to get to your goal and have sought after clout;
You're creating too much wreckage and taking pedestrians out!
...You hit them in the crosswalk, head on in the collision;
Their dreams are now up in smoke because of your decision.
...How many victims have to fall for you to get where you want to be?
How will you answer to the charge of manslaughter in the 1st degree?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
1st Half of the Poem "Doormat"
I'm done. You've trampled on me many times. You won't anymore;
I'm done being your floor mat, forever waiting outside your door.
Being that squish of comfort on cement as you come and go;
You've not made me an equal, but turned me into something low.
It was always a competition with you, I didn't sign up to compete;
You’re threatened by my resilience, so you use me to wipe your feet.
You’ve dropped your ashes on me, I've been singed by the burn;
Set down on me your canned goods, paid for with what I earn....