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corporate meeting

kenn — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:36:35 +0000

silent outside. restrained voices
and murmur or muffle of sound.
incoherent. beating irregular.

inside. behind the transparent walls,
shutting out the silence, I scream.
Shrieking. Clawing. Gasping.

Glass breaks. Metal crumples.
Concrete crumbles. Water violently sloshes.
Am I really here? Still?

love songs 4 no 1

kenn — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:00:45 +0000

Four walls and an echo
Down a long and distant hall
Four intents and no passenger
And a self-constructed wall

Three beats and then waiting
For the time to pronounce my vow
Three strikes and then debating
Should I forfeit the game right now?

Two seats yet filled to capacity
Did she save a seat for me?
Two ballads have made me restless
And their cadence won’t set me free

One candle seems too solitary
Me, myself and eyes are under strain
The fine print of my love songs are contrary
To life’s context and catchy refrain

Blank pages in an athenaeum
And the moon without her sun
For still I write these love songs
For a million and no One.

blackened History

kenn — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:10:06 +0000

Embryos with a bloodied nose
Paraplegics with painted toes
Diaspora with no where to go
And stranger fruits have yet to be exposed

History books’ lies and conflicting refrains
Exaggerated heroism amidst talks of change
White slave traders while Africa is to blame
Calling for justice yet a prideful disdain

Shackles of iron and a kum ba ya repose
Chains of metal while concrete spawns a rose
Cords of rope and no longer borrowed clothes
Why all the alarm when you just keep hitting “doze?”

fine day for a Funeral

kenn — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:07:48 +0000

Dearest, if you’re reading this
I may be already dead
My wrists are already red
The fish are already fed

“Hope is but a waking dream”
That’s what Aristotle said
Or why I’m waking up in dread
And my forward feels like lead

It’s a fine day for a funeral
Be careful where you tread
Trust is all in your head
So do just as Papa said

Dearest, if you think this dim
By layers, you’ve been misled
That is not what I just said
Start all over, hope instead

Are you hungry?
Live like you’re fed
Have no money?
May God imbed
All alone?
Then thee I wed
Share your bread
Slide your sled
Make your bed
Lead or led
Like Papa said

Beloved, if you care enough
You’ll read between the red
It’s a fine day for a funeral
But then I’m not really dead.

far

kenn — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 21:00:25 +0000

Vexed to perplexed
To what happens next
Should I expose my belly
Or Kevlar my chest?

Uncertain past hurting
What’s behind that curtain?
Am I on the edge of a cliff
Or is destiny just flirting?

Do I heed or proceed?
Right now my heart bleeds
I’m sleeping on land
To which I don’t hold the deed

Am I up to the par?
Just want to get in my car
To come near to myself
It seems I have to go far.