I once danced atop holy water
Thinking the world would be made right
For the righteous, not the wicked.
In my fantasy the swine would lay
Their pearls before my feet, as I sat
On my regal dais and ate truffles.
I believed this was to be
Because I was chosen, I was the beloved.
But prophecy doesn't come to pass
Without work, and fate needs a task
To complete, and destiny is merely
Looking back on the past at what happened.
If I'm to skip across baptismal waters once
Again, I need to slide off my throne
And crawl to the river's edge,
Plunge into the crispness of the stream
And either learn how to swim
Or how to accept drowning.
From the book The Poets Are Dead?
Greetings and salutations!
National Poetry Month is coming to a close. In honor of the month-long celebration of verse, my poetry eBooks are discounted on the Kindle from now until the end of the month. Details and links below:
Heart and Soul of a Thinker ($2.99, regularly $4.99)
Just Another Angry Black Man ($1.99, regularly $3.99)
100 + 1 Haiku ($1.99, regularly $3.99)
To Woman, From Man: Love Poems ($2.99, regularly $4.99)
The Poets are Dead? ($2.99, regularly $4.99)
Seattle's Hymn ($0.99, regularly $2.99)
The Enchanted Prince ($0.99, regularly $2.99)
Free (4/24 - 4/28 only):
Our Stories (regularly $1.99)
Greetings and salutations,
I'm performing poetry in DC at an event that's both poetry showcase and discussion. The talk will be on, as the title suggests, whose lives matter, with perspective on Black Lives Matter from a police officer. The event is hosted by Whiskey Girl. Details are below.
Event: The Lives That Matter
Date: Sunday, April 30, 2017
Time: 4 pm
Place: Culture Coffee, 709 Kennedy Street NW, Washington, DC 20011
Price: Free (bring money to support the venue & performers)
Words = Life
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