Friday, January 12, 2007

Through Gritted Teeth

© 12 January 2007, The Griot Poet

I stole a photo cutout of her in nurse’s white: her graduation as an LVN.

She was so beautiful then, but the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her is in a nursing home bed smiling at me in her right mind recognizing that I am her son…

So, imagine my rage when the report comes that someone at 5 AM on 5 January of this New Year… some young PUNK tried to break in to my childhood home…

Leaning on the back window from the oil tank, he was outflanked by the ADT alarm.

Though my mother wasn’t there to be harmed… thank God! What if she’d been?

I felt like catching a red-eye special, steeling my warrior vessel supplying myself with one hundred and twenty five of Ninjitsu’s deadliest weapons.

Dressed in black I’d bivouac beside that same window hidden in the shadows… and wait! Kill or be killed, mate!

Though I cannot relate to the demons that cast sorcerers’ spells in crack pipe smells over his very soul…

Like him,
I’m from “the ‘hood.”
If you’ve seen “The Wire,” that’s outside my living room.

“BOYZ ‘n the ‘Hood”: my life’s story. Though I’m sorry the brother’s fallen on bad times… this is MY mother!

Though for my father I had reverent fear: a promised 38 to my forehead stating no drugs will be done here, it was the love of my mother that steered me clear of things that led him to… this.

Though I cannot in my wildest dreams relate to the doublethink demons casting sorcerers' spells in crack pipe smells over the life of this young bro’…

Through gritted teeth I reach within for spiritual strength I’ve only believed to be from Job…

And I pray for this young addict’s soul!

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Surge

© 9 January 2007, The Griot Poet

Forgive me.
I am usually not so salacious,
I mean to be efficacious.

I feel time is short
and we have graciously been given
tick-tocks on a winding-down clock...
time is of the essence!

*****

The only surge he understands is the warm feeling he gets and self-initiates behind the Oval Office desk with the “five fingers of funk!”

He and his VEEP were both too PUNK to go serve when it was their turn as young men in another needless war – Vietnam – started by another Texas President!

The little creep as the current White House resident (the 2000 election BOGUS) protected the Houston skies and Go-Go bars from the Viet Cong in the rich-boy-hide-my-baby-from-the-war “Champaign Unit.”

The little Troglodyte behind the scenes, Mr. Cheney had “other priorities” logging five deferments rather than answering the “call of duty” to his country.

And neither man would DARE commit their own daughters on the front line at this or any time: whether you call it a Civil War or not, no sane person consciously puts their children in a meat grinder!

655,000 plus Iraqis dead… 3,000 plus soldiers dead… deploying 21,000 more…

THIS is supposed to even the score, despite the imminent judgment of Dr. Hans Blix that Iraq’s capability could not be, nor their hidden weapons a reality?

We went from “weapons of mass destruction” to “Saddam and al-Qaeda” collusions to “democratizing Iraq” at gunpoint.

The “cheer-leader-in-chief’s” cheerleading squad consisting of:

Billy “Boom-Boom” Krystal;
Mike “Gangsta-lean” Leeden;
Charles “The Grinch” Krauthammer;
Peggy “won’t-reveal-the-source-of-the-Valerie-Plame-leak” Noonan

Of the
PNAC,
American Enterprise Institute,
Washington Post
And the New York Times respectively

Helped build this president’s neo conservative legacy

Now IN RETREAT
Repudiating
Their previous hawkish stances rapidly!

We ran herd to hang Saddam for 148 because we could not tolerate being associated with the deaths of 180,000 PLUS Kurds for which we sold Saddam chemical supplies in the “me-centered” 1980s!

This IS a crime against humanity for which WE are guilty!

The only surge he understands is the warm feeling he gets and self-initiates behind the Oval Office desk with the “five fingers of funk!”

Whether called: “surge,” “plus-up,” “SWELLIFY” or “VIAGRIFICATION,”

His speech is a neo conservative oblation uninhibited by reality, hanging on the faith-based megalomaniac fantasies…



…Of a dry drunk!