tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60078133627748146732024-02-08T12:52:04.522-08:00boompoetryH. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-71971439311783129472015-03-10T17:36:00.001-07:002015-03-10T18:24:02.154-07:00Tookie to TikritIn 10 hours and 16 minutes, Stanley Williams will be put to death. <div>In 54 hours and a few minutes, Iraqi citizens will begin to <font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">vote. </font></div><div><br></div><div>A gangsta, a thug, a nigga will die a martyr &</div><div>A Sunni, a Sh'ite, a Kurd will live an ideal </div><div>Both be symptomatic of how we humans decide our fate as well as others. </div><div>Both be born of a process that seeks justice through unjust means. </div><div>Both, comedic in their tragedy. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Both, shocking in their realism. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Both irrelevant to the average American's day. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So easy to care about neither circumstance. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So cryptic to engage either's significance. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">How unsettled both shall read, a textual rememberance. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">How anxious both shall figure, a dreadful </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">augury. </span></div><div><br></div><div>In ten hours the state will kill </div><div>Tookie. </div><div>In 54 hours the <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">polls will open in </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Tikrit. </font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-73243771448324411212015-01-16T22:58:00.001-08:002015-01-16T22:58:01.305-08:00Intro to an EndWow, to be here now, talking to you<div>bout this</div><div>I'v heard a few lyrics</div><div>stole a few rhymes </div><div>But I never felt</div><div>so behind the times</div><div>Can't watch the game</div><div>without feeling shame</div><div>#blacklivesmatter</div><div>#OscarsSoWhite</div><div><br></div><div>I live the bohemian lifestyle </div><div>Words can't bring me down</div><div>To definitions I never wrote</div><div>Yet understood</div><div>To mean I was beautiful </div><div><br></div><div>We all care what others think</div><div>No reason to make a stink</div><div>We've come so far </div><div>Let's enjoy the brink</div><div><br></div><div>Staring down always felt more natural than</div><div>looking up</div><div>To yous I'm just thug</div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-14924052172445980602015-01-16T22:12:00.001-08:002015-01-16T22:12:51.887-08:00A Tax PlatformThis ain't class warfare <div>My platform is for societal welfare</div><div>And before you say socialist nigga</div><div>Read my lips</div><div>I'm talkin all new taxes</div><div>Like every good capitalist</div><div>Man can make what he make</div><div>Just can't take what he take</div><div>So if that is your first take:</div><div><br></div><div>Than I'm a commie bastard</div><div>And a vote for me would be a disaster </div><div>Then you better stop listening </div><div>Lest I Change your mind</div><div>As I speak on design </div><div>And how we've all bought in</div><div>To fucking toeing the line</div><div>Ain't about believing lies</div><div>Or speaking truths </div><div>But building roofs </div><div>Providing shelter</div><div>Meeting needs</div><div>Because</div><div>If it bleeds it feeds</div><div>And</div><div>It will bleed to feed</div><div>So it will come for yours if you don't give it some</div><div>And now day it seems like none. </div><div><br></div><div>Taxes are what built the Roman Empire</div><div>Don't care what gibbon say</div><div>I'v never read him anyway</div><div>It's when they stopped paying taxes</div><div>That empire fell</div><div>Come on people it ain't </div><div>Hard to tell </div><div><br></div><div>[ A Tax Platform ]</div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-11109987344085178692014-11-24T21:11:00.001-08:002014-11-24T21:11:21.145-08:00Hashtag FergusonSo the decision was tonight<div>Made it a primetime delight </div><div>Interupted the Bills game, which</div><div>Was delayed and relocated due to snow </div><div>That May or perhaps </div><div>Was not caused by global warming. </div><div><br></div><div>Darren Wilson not charged</div><div>A just kill</div><div>Product of protocol. </div><div>What I hear out the mouths of white people</div><div>They</div><div> Gunna</div><div> Riot</div><div> Either</div><div> Way </div><div><br></div><div>What I hear out the mouz of black <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">folks</span></div><div>We </div><div> Finnah'be</div><div> Black</div><div> Either</div><div> Way</div><div><br></div><div>Just another decision, another tough call</div><div>Another life not valued</div><div>But yet makes us [society] struggle</div><div>About how we value</div><div>A symptom of a cause</div><div>Like trying to heal a gunshot wound with gauze. </div><div>A phish line for me</div><div>A punch line for the middle class</div><div>An anxiety for the wealthy. </div><div>How uppity will this make </div><div>US</div><div>Even if </div><div>I'm one of them (punctuated by a silent screaming)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-63219256956956492082014-11-07T18:23:00.001-08:002014-11-07T23:32:24.316-08:00Danny's Wegmans & The American Dream<div>I smoke my weed, eat my cheese cut my coke and watch my screens grow fatter by the day and higher into the night and puzzle over whether this be the dream? </div><div>I slip into Ebonics more and more these days, so this is giving up, turning in, Friday night dinner at the grocers, movie out a vending machine; just cuz I don t feel like streaming tonight. Succumbing to the age, absent of grace, devoid of any discernible talents, hanging on a wage, maybe still scribble out a page, cipher out a tweet, chirping: I'm still young, only half believing that perhaps this be fun. </div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-89044863854636161732014-04-26T15:04:00.001-07:002014-04-26T15:31:15.891-07:00Ode to Robert MoogNew Orleans is <div>awash. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The rain beats steadily outside my window. </span><div>I'm trying to pick a starting hand,</div><div>while others pick through their rubble wondering how to start anew. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Trying to synthesize the thoughts </div><div>so I can lay them juxtaposed in a psychedelic fashion</div><div>for others to trip out on. </div><div>Yet they feel so far away. </div><div><br></div><div>The rain outside my window, </div><div>moved on from the Big Easy, when really<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I sat down, between hands to pay homage to the man, who like Eli Whitney, invented a device of liberation. </span></div><div>Just as the gin freed the slave through automation the synthesizer freed the beats from monotones. </div><div>I can't imagine the sound and fury of my life without the repercussions of Bob's device. </div><div>For the soundtrack of my life could never have been produced.</div><div><br></div><div>I know the world goes on, through tragedy and chance, and through it all we look to god to make sense of what was dealt. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Yet I also know that sense is made through synthesis and death is just a part of the </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">blend, and I can't help but think what better way for god to speak and be heard. </span></div><div><br></div><div> </div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-34704189191718003192014-03-29T17:57:00.001-07:002014-03-29T17:57:52.885-07:00Life Can Wait<div>I go from mostly sober to really high to hardly drunk to officially blacked out, and I know all of those mees. </div><div>I'm Admass with a philosophy like that of mad max, completely in my age since before I was of age. I don't just read, I grok, and if I'm hanging with some techies we can converse on Spock. If I was a painter I'd be sans smock, messy with my work, cuz I wear what I paint. Just a modern day poet thinking life can wait. </div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-28880456685315841252013-12-31T13:22:00.001-08:002013-12-31T22:50:12.765-08:00An 04 Lull-a-byTurn down the times <div> as we put 04 to bed. </div><div>It's on to another tomorrow</div><div> as if off to our greatest sorrows.</div><div>Then again, maybe we'll leave those behind</div><div>find away to win hearts and minds</div><div>without death and destruction. </div><div><br></div><div>What a year it's been</div><div> no need for a formal review</div><div>We know what has come to pass</div><div> what passes to be. </div><div>The boy King still wears his crown</div><div>the dollar still marches down</div><div>the people still wallow in ignorance</div><div>the past still misinforms the present</div><div>the present still ignores the future </div><div> while life is lived in the time hereafter.</div><div><br></div><div>As we look out onto a vista of bold promises</div><div>and tell ourselves things will be alright</div><div>let us try to be weary of pitfalls</div><div> revealed by our past, and</div><div>cognizant of<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> footholds</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> fastened for our future. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">These are times made for heroes and men of history</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> let them come to the forefront and realize who they be. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">In this 05 let us roll back the tides of war</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">and once again bath in the waters of peace</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">while tanning in the temperance of tranquility. </span></div><div><br></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-9283928981919959252013-12-19T17:21:00.001-08:002013-12-19T17:30:28.606-08:00At Any AgeYou @ 15<div>To be U at fifteen. </div><div>Beautiful</div><div>as in full of beauty that is</div><div>absense of age</div><div>weightless worries, frivolous cares</div><div>no sense that wasn't forming</div><div>just being 15. </div><div><br></div><div>It would be naive </div><div>to call it naïveté </div><div>yet, misguided more to call it anything but. </div><div>Experience </div><div>only the shallow end of so deep a ponder</div><div>all wet but not that fluid</div><div>Beyond what is heard, seen and felt. </div><div>Before prejudice </div><div>just innocence at fifteen. </div><div><br></div><div>To be upon U at twenty seven</div><div>You seen @ 27</div><div>Reserved </div><div>as in served with response that is</div><div>gathered by time</div><div>encumbersome failures, pocketed hopes</div><div>no occurrence that isn't formed</div><div>Just being twenty seven</div><div><br></div><div>It would be cynical </div><div>to call it cynicism </div><div>yet more skeptical to call it anything but</div><div>Realistic</div><div>only the surface of so layered a construct</div><div>all fact but not that knowledgeable </div><div>beyond what was heard, seen and felt</div><div>before conviction</div><div>just trial @ 27</div><div><br></div><div>To help you @ 64</div><div>U dependant at sixty four</div><div>Stubborn </div><div>as in burning the stub that is </div><div>detachment from memory</div><div>fragmented thoughts, codified wisdoms</div><div>no belief that isn't instilled</div><div>just being 64</div><div><br></div><div>It would be senile </div><div>to call it senility </div><div>yet more decrepit still, to call it anything but</div><div>Bliss</div><div>only the ignorance of so studied an emotion</div><div>all oversight but not that inadvertent </div><div>beyond what has been heard, seen and felt</div><div>Before understanding</div><div>just resolve @ 64 </div><div><br></div><div>Remembering U at eighty two</div><div>You eulogized @ 82</div><div>Praised</div><div>as in raised by prayer that is</div><div>commendation without glory</div><div>exulted achievements, bemoaned practices</div><div>no legacy that isn't fashioned</div><div>Just gone at eighty two</div><div><br></div><div>It would be serene </div><div>to call it serenity </div><div>yet more placid still, to call it anything but</div><div>Peace</div><div>Only the security of so general a state</div><div>all finality but not that conclusive</div><div>Beyond what is no longer heard, seen and felt</div><div>before essence</div><div>just spiritual @ 82</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-13088884206926254532013-12-19T13:17:00.001-08:002013-12-19T13:19:10.580-08:00Notes to something going unwritten<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ai6Q6Kn6dhg/UrNihAGmTHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FKCNBvgxHOc/s640/blogger-image--1480531346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ai6Q6Kn6dhg/UrNihAGmTHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FKCNBvgxHOc/s640/blogger-image--1480531346.jpg"></a></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-86201230427258295442013-12-14T01:15:00.001-08:002013-12-14T01:15:23.396-08:00The CircusThe circus has fallen down<div>to knees it never thought could</div><div>buckle. </div><div>The big top is all but put up</div><div>In some other, distant town. </div><div>And I</div><div>being of the last </div><div>must lock up everything. </div><div><br></div><div>Must store our memories away</div><div>of time when life</div><div>was learned at play. </div><div>The bonds of our adolescents</div><div>now become the chains</div><div>securing our promises--</div><div>ones we skance remember </div><div>and other we shall never forget. </div><div>A toast:</div><div>"To us girls, as we set foot</div><div>from here. </div><div><br></div><div>I have heard it whispered</div><div>By 17th century men of cloth,</div><div>As well as pen:</div><div>"Real friends are our greatest joy</div><div>and, our greatest sorrow."</div><div>Is that why I cry today,</div><div>or is it what follows next:</div><div>"all true and faithful friends</div><div>should expire on the same day"?</div><div>For we did not expire</div><div>But moved on, as if</div><div>inspired</div><div>by some mainstream current</div><div>to shed the child's life</div><div>in search of adult wishes. </div><div><br></div><div>So spiteful and divided </div><div>Belloc comes to me</div><div>in remindance of my pleasant friends</div><div>and the love we share</div><div>despite distance. </div><div><br></div><div>As I age</div><div>I sympathize with Tomas:</div><div>"loving those most whom I loved first"</div><div>dwelling with sadness on thoughts</div><div>of who left first. </div><div>Days are a bit longer now,</div><div>nights a tad slower,</div><div>as I'm left to mediate</div><div>a once crowded bar</div><div>with newly vacant stools. </div><div><br></div><div>We were friends who flourished in our flock,</div><div>now to manage life's migrations. </div><div>Some went west</div><div>stars pasted to eyes. </div><div>Some to the city</div><div>a future to materialize. </div><div>I am here, with sorrowful surprise. </div><div>Yet,</div><div><br></div><div>I embrace the new day,</div><div>as I look forward to new years</div><div>for the circus shall pass this way again,</div><div>and dragging out a ringleader's costume</div><div>I will unlock those chains of promise</div><div>ushering in</div><div><i>The Greatest Friends on Earth. </i></div><div><br></div>H. L. Humeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04959767691101912894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007813362774814673.post-33381423418945941192013-12-14T00:20:00.001-08:002013-12-14T00:20:53.719-08:00Love's copulationLove is a caricature of our own design<div> Carried to transcends on the tip of things sublime</div><div>Hate is a monster of our own imagine</div><div> Carried as a tool to fix our fear. </div><div><br></div><div>In the synthesis there of, lies a marriage</div><div>A sharing of vows to mange the winters. </div><div>The love of process is sanities only rule</div><div>Let it lay between affectionate and cruel. </div><div><br></div><div>Love,</div><div> It's lost, no one sees after</div><div>but she always sees me. </div><div>Temporality holds no key with her</div><div>there as she has fashioned,</div><div>Here, as she has persuaded. </div><div> Together never felt so alone,</div><div>yet the comfort of our strength </div><div>quells all fears, dims all threats. </div><div><br></div><div>It is the ends of being!</div><div> Love?</div><div> Hate!</div><div>That refract to reflect our unity. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>H. 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