Monday, March 11, 2019

Untitled by Rohan Shyne Dave

I don't know if you remember the days we built homes in the sand, and read poems that might land into the laps of our youth - come-unity and truth, 
Now, our bodies are bruised, but we grew ten feet high, digging our fingernails into dirt and sky, 
And now we're grown, found home in rivers, flow like veins.
But yall know we throw down like rain
Tryna defend the sacred,
Suspend the hatred,
Protect our stories and pray we make it,
They've been taking too many liberties, in place of our synergy,
My voice is a bullet and my heart is my weaponry-
Like a phoenix, we dip feathers into flames, and reclaim the ways we've
Coz we cannot be stolen,
We are our own

--Rohan Shyne Dave 

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Endurance (sounds so excessive when used in a sentence to describe living)

I think I’m dying every day and every day I’m fine            I’m frightened of the noises in the night / scared of my own shadow    


I am highly educated if I stopped comparing myself to every other woman I would

have the wherewithal to do something with those degrees rather than stare at them while drinking a martini

fuck you

fuck me please

I hate you and I hate this roof / these shackles / these binding terms

but I love you so - don’t ever leave me!      I have separation anxiety

has never healed in me since

I was a child

and you / my caretaker / my protector       I deserve nothing / I am nothing

yet I want everything - all of it

I take from this life                 but what is the give back       am I even supposed to give back?

where are our kids / our veins that we have cut and stitched

and cut and stitched again to make it right?

redefine a bloodline here and there when necessary / do what we can to stay together when the priest mentioned two-thirds of marriages end in divorce and for that pure moment we feel ‘special’   --   in with the one-third --

later I want to strangle you

but it’s all in a day’s work      the tears - those crappy tears

……at least you can cry you say……

--Donna Dallas

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Love- The Redeemer

In a spiraling world
of finite time
and broken
We get to
this thing
called life
Beauty will fade
Smiles will crack
Bodies will age
We all fall
And the best hope
we have
is to find
Someone else
to fall apart

-- Adam Levon Brown

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Life Moves Fast


I haven’t seen you for years–

not since long drives

of oaks to school in

snowy Februaries

both of us unsure where

we were going after graduation

and now you have a kid

I may never meet though I want

to see you on sunshine coast red

hair blowing where it may go

--James Croal Jackson

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Shut The Freezer Door


I am frozen in a block of ice

stuck in the absolute zero

of time how it’s rushing

water slowed down into

frozen eternity I mean it’s

my birthday today yesterday

& tomorrow being young

within universe expansion

transient in desire to shift

across continents & eras

what I want is to be known

past murky ice the good parts

melted out into a messy bowl

--James Croal Jackson

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Two By Holly Day

Why I’m Still Her(e)
When I tried to leave
you came to me and held my hand
called me your love, told me you wanted to fuck me
that was all it took
because I’m easy that way.

I remember thinking
halfway through
that I really should tell you to stop, I mean it
I’m really going to leave this time
but the flickering of the overhead lights was too distracting.

The endless rumble of passing trains
lightning and haphazardly-thrown buckets of rain
kept me close to you, even after that night
it still feels like a sign.

            Of the Long Way

I’m in love with the lonely ones, the hairy jungle children that watch
from beneath the wide spread of green leaves and vinery, clutching rocks
smeared with feces and coconuts meant for throwing. Angry and violent
they are wrapped in thoughts of consequence and self-loathing.

There is a Heaven waiting for them, someplace safe
from people like me. If they come close enough, I will give them
duct tape and gauze to heal their wings, teach them to walk upright
how to act worthy of God. There are stars waiting for them, just past the clouds

once they remember they can fly.

--Holly Day

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Real Life

Young people locked away for petty crime, they wanna stop the criminals by giving them time. come politicians won't you listen to me, if you wana stop the crime you have to stop poverty, 'cause everybody living in this society has got the right to live good and with dignity. stop fight amongst yourselves, fight the powers that be for centuries now they've been your worst enemy. dividing the people and confusing our minds, while they stick together just to keep us in line. cause and effect a universal truth, about time the table's turned and we made our move. change up babylon, we can't start again, change up babylon, this system. everytime we plant a seed they dig it up before it grows, it's about time now we plant a seed that sows. deep down in our minds, where nobody goes, so when the time comes we can rise up and overthrow. this topsy-turvy system just has to go. there's a battle going on between the good and the bad, the positive and negative, the yin and the yang. whichever one wins you know is here to stay, that's why the force is here and he's leading us astray. so keep your mind fixed and live the right way, stand up for your rights, in this society, because many leaves fall from an oak tree, even though they fall together, they fall separately. so come together people, keep your identity. going back to your roots, you know that that should be a must, because a tree without roots shall surely bite the dust. one God one destiny, and one fate, war is not the answer, only love can conquer hate. the messenger is coming, on the wings of a dove, the messenger is coming with the message from above. there are many pitfalls, laid by the force, so think where you're going, so you don't get lost. stand up freedom fighters, and take your stance, the table's got to turn, you might not get another chance. so come together people, in one unity, believe in yourselves, God blessed pickney. make peace reality, and give war a miss, cos in the pictures of my mind, this already exists, people finding happiness and living in bliss. walking round the streets with smiles on their faces, black people white people all different races. harmonious music from positive sources, loving people, no negative forces. when you were very young they sent you off to school, conditioning your minds to obey their rules. cloning people to live a dismal life, of hire purchase, mortgage, working 9 to 5. in an abstract way you're like a bee in a hive, working your hardest so the rich can live the life, while your mind's stressed out jus trying to survive. when do you get the chance to find the meaning of life, when you retire from working at the age of 65, you'll know by then it's not your true destiny cos your mind's tired out and you can't see.  they don't want you to find out, that the meaning of life, is without a doubt, finding freedom from material ties, deciphering the truth from within the lies, believing in yourself and the power within, so we can all join with the source and the good shall win!!

--Gregory Tafari