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W. W. M. D.

I hear them
They praise Muhammad
They speak of glory
They teach his prophecy

I often wonder
Would he teach his children hate
To bathe in the blood of “infidels”
To destroy the young and innocent

Would he smile
To watch his people torture and rape
Would he rejoice in lamenting women
Laughing at the suffrage before him

Does he see
The world he envisioned
War [...]

Woolf

Pockets hold my burdens
…. Each cold and heavy
My means to nevermore… forever
Not death but journey anew
Voices visit me without face
I struggle with fear
Not of the faceless voices
Merely with the faces that speak
…. with no voice unto me
they speak
Callous judgment
Those indignant bitches…
I go to where beckons me
Those before me
That have walked
Trapped… confined…
Prisoner of their sex
Silenced and [...]

My brother

We would charge the enemy on broomstick stallions
Holding high our aluminum foil swords
Saving the planet from unspeakable endings
Safe within our cardboard armor

We sat above the world on the peak of Mount Tree House
Watching the people below us
They were like ants scurrying through the grass
We were gods deciding their fate

Now he was a king resting [...]

A lovely day to die

From behind, my left arm locks around his throat
What a magnificent blue sky
Not one cloud in sight
The sun soaring, casting no shadows

My right hand gripping tight to my K-bar
I hear the wind speak softly through the trees
The cool breeze rushes across my face
Caressing my body with tender touch

I place the [...]