THE BOY I SEE AIN'T THE MAN STARING BACK AT ME

THE BOY I SEE AIN'T THE MAN STARING BACK AT ME

The things I remember and miss

never seemed as serious as this

Which way to go

which road to take

choices are slow

they take time to make

The impulse is there

but there are reasons to wait

rashness beware

this contemplative state

And when I look to my reflection

the boy I expect to find

is replaced with consternation

by this weathered face of mine

Yet once upon a time

it seems so beyond belief

that when I was in my prime

I was a prince of Alief

My joints filled with rust

anchored to reality

no longer do I thrust

face first into destiny

no longer do I lust

for elusive anarchy

But I've lived a thousand times

and I'll live a thousand more

this life's just a slow rhyme

waiting at revolution's door

By: Pancho Madness

The Walk Out

The day you walked out she learned to cry
Just wanting to die, her voice ran dry
Reality never seemed so real
Get up off the ground
Honey, your knees are bleeding but they're not your wounds

He sits down on the edge of the bed and opens the book.

His hands are familiar and he has his mother's smile.

In our minds he is so strong and he does not fear the world but I only feel his humanity as he reads.

Like the voice of a god, his is the first voice I will hear when I wake and the last I will hear as I fall asleep.

His sons for many generations will have his voice and children will hear it even as the world fades away.

(Un)comfortably numb?

The flickering images from the screen project shadows on my face.
Their messages filter through my brain – settling uncomfortably on my heart.
7.0 magnitude earthquake hits Haiti – thousands feared dead;
Two dead following drive-by shooting;
Struggling homeowners not getting help fast enough;
Court documents reveal Sheri Coleman lived in fear of her husband;
Trooper’s partner laments lack of legal protection for gay couples;
Humane Society rescues 13 neglected horses.
“How sad”, I exclaim. “Why is the world this way?”
Winter weather is on its way again. It looks like we are in for snow.
“Jimmy, it’s going to be cold. You better bring a coat.”
Images flicker. The stories of life’s tragedies loosen their grip on my heart.
“Hey, what’s for dinner?”
Flicker, flicker. Fade to black.

Technology Uncensored (sorry)

Fuck technology, WAVE OF THE FUTURE, primadonna buttons stuck in their oh so sleek motions, power surges and failures the product of random asshole's afterthought, it works, it fails, we fix, it works, it fails, we fix, blah blah blah, life complicated by years of "progress", plans to send douchebags to Mars, hope their shuttle's more stable than my cellphone, this computer, our buildings' net connection, work's copy machine, and all the other task easers that crash time after time sucking the fun, honest, physical, and mental tasks that are, well anything nowadays, but we're moving forward, faster, stronger, more efficiently than before, ya my ass we are, it would be quicker for me to run screaming down Delmar engulfed in flames to the fire station and be doused in water there than try 911 on my umpteenth busted bullshit phone, ya if the "convenience" of 2010 is the WAVE OF THE FUTURE, fuck the future

---again, my apologies

Death of Innocence

My dear friend, Innnocence, has seen her day
She once lived and has ever so silently slipped away
Through the grasp of man she falls
Death unexplained
She crawled on all fours with not a thought
She grew to walk erect
Following her new found skills problem arises
What once was pure is now polluted
Cruel words, discouraging thoughts caused her bruises
Her ressurection may be seen
Not so few and far between
Each generation will see her face
Until the next time her death takes place