In light of the horrific death of seven year old Jakelin Caal Maquin, I explore the humanity struggling to remain within the remembrance of her life reflecting on a family member with the same name, descending from similar circumstances.
Poem written over three days.
I did not vote in the 2016 election.
I am not a bad person.
I am voting in tomorrow’s election.
I am not a good person.
Continue reading “Vote and Shut Up”
In lieu of Brazil’s election of Jair Bolsonaro, it brought to my attention the rise of fascism in the 21st Century-an ideology thought to have ceased to exist in a perceptively progressive world. Then, I sat in the shower (of all places) and realized that it isn’t an outside force but just the Swiss Army knife capitalism uses to clean out all the leftover resistance born out of neo-liberalism (and the true, grassroots resistance, too). This inspired the poem.
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A good majority of the world dislikes Alex Jones and #Infowars. But there are those who have seen him unravel for a long time. An alternate two cents on the #SecondAmericanCivilWar, simplifying his obsession with #Trump, and seeing his words from a different perspective.
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bye for now,
It’s about that time again to revisit my psychotic laden tirade about the most patriotic day of the year. I filmed this last year and let it roll off the tongue. Trying to state your point intelligently sometimes has to give way to letting loose. Have a taste of my insanity.
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Last night at my serving job, I was assigned a walk in of five people.
Working at Hollywood’s most popular hotel leaves you accessible to what’s happening around Tinseltown-creating engaging environments with a high end clientele that while it would not impress everyone, would make the most aspiring artists (such as me) needing to put on a good impression.
Continue reading “Spoken Word: The Beginning”
When I was five years old, I discovered I was black.
You might be thinking from reading the first sentence that a traumatic experience will follow. But, you’d be wrong. I never had to deal with racism up front, face to face-at least as a small child. That will come later.
Continue reading “iii. mixed/understood pt. 1: the day i found out”
In light of today’s inauguration, sitting in bed on this rainy Southern California morning. Imagining what the atmosphere of my hometown feels like as the world turns upside down. There’s nothing nobody can’t do from here on out. Nothing is impossible. Ask if you have any questions about this one. I have this and seventy four more poems on my Instagram @earlsverbatimarchive. Check them out.
Much love and light and to all who fight, praise, and just try to get to work and go home, be safe.
I JUST HAD A GOOD CRY.
You know the one that was so good, you start feeling a pain in your back from all the heaving the respiratory system endured with your whirlwind of emotions? Yeah. That one! #OOOUUU
Continue reading “ii. L.A. living/new yr’s manifesto”