crossing for a dream

I could say their names

over and over again

but here’s a picture of two out of three dead

So you can never forget

Don’t tell me not to put it

Don’t tell me it dehumanizes

This is how I fucking cope

I don’t run from the traumatized

People like us get it

But most of the world doesn’t

Faces of the conscious are gonna see this shit

You’re gonna learn to not love it

As much as I don’t.

Sure take your time

But don’t be coming round for me

Rather remember them the way they deserved

As a family reaching for a dream.

@earlofwords

pic credit @lazy.beam on Instagram

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juneteenth

this is the only day

where i stand and salute

those abducted

who were separated

who were raped

who were bred

who were beaten

who were worked

who were starved

of the hunger to be free

but their souls lingered

just so they could find their way

to me.

i want my ancestors to know

that it’s hard out here and

chains just got replaced

with numbers

but i get through each and

every day

because

you

found

a

way.

@earlofwords

i left my piss in Detroit

i left my piss in Detroit

and saw it go down the urinals filter holes

like a quiet fountain in a courtyard

filled with feces and the barely able

to afford

clean

water

some miles up north

i

envisioned the urine crystals venturing down the pipes that the poor swede must’ve made,

that left the Blacks to maintain

with wartime not prioritizing life

and neglect rectifying death

semi golden stream

flowing with the wastes of the unclean,

traveling through aqueducts of a million y’all tales,

“This one came from a yuppie.”

“This one came from a wholesome family”

“This block was formed on convict labor”

“This one was right after sex and bourbon”.

the gate keeper is unimpressed

it goes and goes and goes

filters its impenetrable molecules

to bond with our glands.

and it’s there we realize

our skins are forever contaminated

and the judgments of those with dirtier circumstances

are corrupted by the pointed syringe.

@earlofwords

scroll with envy

i long for

days

where the known understand

that being seen is the

best

form

of therapy

it comes with detractors armed with onions

but if you can stand the sting

you know that all that worked for

was well worth

the suffering

with the sweet spot

and

true ones hidden

for your private mourning

as i sit here and

mope for you

while never receiving

wallows.

@earlofwords

Paint The Town

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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Puerto Rico Episode IV: A New Hope

There isn’t a moment now in my life where I am not reminded of the air, the December sun cutting the humidity in two as you walk through it. Or the rapid fire vernacular that bounces through your eardrum, creating compositions that correlate with the blaring salsa or trap music-a sign of the generational preferences. Young and old, female, male, gender-trancesending, flora and fauna-I see all of it in everything I do now.  Continue reading “Puerto Rico Episode IV: A New Hope”

Alex Jones, Infowars, and those who don’t fit the “patriot” movement #SecondCivilWarLetters (VIDEO)

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,

earl

the bonsai tree


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.