poeticmaster's blog: "More Poetry"

Xmas in the Hood Brothers gather round and hear of Xmas in the hood Ghetto blasters singing out with TuPac and his brood Gunshots echo through the night rapping out a song of death Winos passed out in the alley cheap booze frozen on their breath Patrol cars speeding back and forth howling sirens in the night Decorating city streets are red and blue lights flashing bright Dealers selling crack on corners children buying their escape Young hookers selling to the highest bidder submitting to their lost souls rape Where is the cause for celebration in this ghetto lost forlorn No wise men bearing gifts from far who cares that Christ was born Kevin F. Dustin

How Could We? How could we have forgotten the simple joys of childish pranks? Fun days spent in friendship with the neighbor kids next door. Games we played like, "kick the can" and "hide and seek" or baseball in the empty lot next door. How Could We Forget?... "GI Joe's" and "Barbie dolls", "Tinker toys" and "erector sets" held us captive for hours on end. How Could We Forget?..... Do you remember when ..we played at war with plastic guns, and when shot, argued over who had won. Do You Remember When?...... Our children dying on the streets play with guns that shoot real death. Their mothers grieve the passing of their youth. How Could We Forget?... Our children out there having children. Condemned to life without the joys of youth. HOW COULD WE FORGET? Kevin F. Dustin

Society's Lament Was once a time when all around our children's laughter was the sound that echoed in the streets Now your neighbors cooking meth young kids out there dealing death and families all around declare defeat The prisons filled to overflowing the criminal element ever growing with jail house schools to teach our children crime A vicious cycle born of fear cloaked in justice, a thin veneer to hide the vengeance which is sought through time Kevin F. Dustin

Empty Till Greenpeace warriors cast their spell upon this land but don't do well Shadows drawn upon the ground in twilight gleam the daylight drowns Frantic fighting round and round but earth till sings it's keening sound She weeps in sorrow, cries in pain for desecration naught to gain Her foliage withers under sun with acid rain tis all but done Our mother earth shall die away no trees to climb, no grass on which to play The sky so thick with factories grime can't see ahead to future times Even with eyes opened wide the truth from us forever hides Afraid to live in nature's hands we continue destruction of this land Till all around us barren scene insidiously invades our natures dream It takes from us our children's pleasure forces them to pay the measure And as they tally up the bill and check for money in the till They find that in our thoughtlessness we've left them in a bankrupt mess Kevin F. Dustin

Surrender I acquiesce to your overwhelming desire to escape into the solitude of my soul. Locked inside my house, this empty house, I delve into that empty room, my soul. Finding nothing but peace, I remain. The world goes on around me, clamoring with that incessant noise so often referred to as life. But I am oblivious to its call, for I have muffled my ears to its siren's song. No longer will it entice me, beckon me, into its arms. No longer shall I fall a victim to its sadistic humor. I shall not depart my quiet shell to live a life which hammers me, cruelly, into the ground. Here I stay, insulated within myself, protected from myself and those who choose to draw me out just to abandon me yet again. No longer shall I fall prey to the whimsical games that others might play within my lonely heart. No longer shall you, my so called friend, be allowed to torture me into submission, for I am already there. I have surrendered my spirit, an empty husk of the man I use to be or the one I could have become. How long must this charade go on, with me the captive of your games. Will machinations ever be confessed that hold me here in limbo, waiting, hoping for a present that has never been or a future never meant to be. Will you ever set me free with the truth of your deceit? For only then should I come alive, resurrected from this death. Do you hear my cry, see the tears fall from my eyes? Do you care that I am gone, alone within this prison called my soul. Am I such a non-entity that I am so easily forgotten by those I shall always remember, forever banned from those friendships that I treasure? Look into my eyes, open windows to my soul, and you shall see an empty room. Uncluttered by memories of yesterday, unfulfilled by the desires of today, and unfettered by the dreams of a future. Such a stark and antiseptic room is this. Look into my heart and you shall find that what once burned hot with passion has slowly died, grown cold and empty. Bereft of any good, devoid of any feeling, it beats a soulfully empty tune, a song which falls on empty ears for I am locked within the solitude of my soul. I surrender to my fate. Kevin F. Dustin ©