Original text of the sonnet, "From Your Bright Sparkling Eyes, I Was Undone" by President George Washington. Library of Congress. From your bright sparkling Eyes, I was undone;Rays, you have, more transparent than the sun,Amidst its glory in the rising Day,None can you equal in your bright array;Constant in your calm and unspotted Mind;Equal to … Continue reading From Your Bright Sparkling Eyes, I Was Undone by President George Washington
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Winter Pall
⊗⊗DISCLAIMER: FINAL WINTER POEM OF THE SEASON⊗⊗ Winter Pall A silver glow was cast on me, a silver casque of frozen clemency, Illuminating wan light into softening sad night like a phantom once happy now without blithe. What radiance I saw thereof, that helmet cold with lack of love, and I stared deep into … Continue reading Winter Pall
Ode to the Federal Reserve
T'was 1913, on cold and cumbersome Christmas eve that the bankers and politicians in shadow held keep. Monetary laws they passed on that holiday season, were passed at a time when people were busy holiday pleasing, and assured notes created by a private source were to be used as the country's monetary resource. These bankers, … Continue reading Ode to the Federal Reserve
Paris Is Burning
Fourteen weeks long this tale has become, fourteen weeks and at five weeks undone. The violence shared upon them all, a demand their governors heed their call. A fire ignited in a break for gas, a dystopic peace on the weekend clash the yellow coats multitude against armored law. To true peace and justice, an … Continue reading Paris Is Burning
Justice Delayed
Green flash at the break of dawn, the hope of the world released in song, that radiance upon the darkness shine, and truth amid deception find. To strike a balance among the conscious minds, the severance of rigor-mortise once strongly entwined in coil of mortal perception, a vice of fear, a sullen casque enforced both … Continue reading Justice Delayed
Light Presence
A prophetic voice inside the crowd has promised victory with pride aloud, has brandished hatred in black and blue and left vessels corrupted with this sickly hue. The victims of warfare against the mind, become soldiers of hatred marching haughtily blind. They succumb to the songs of the deceiving dead, an echoing repetition in circles … Continue reading Light Presence
Respite Americana
Reaching climes not ever thought, the cleansing process, time has bought. Mobility serves in striding miles the marching feet those right beguiled. No service comes from those left unjust who've taken speech in a deafening hush. The light that shines on all the dark, shines bright at root and blackened heart. It awakens the sleeping … Continue reading Respite Americana
The Root of Many Returns 