by I-AM-CATALYST | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
The Anthem 10•11•01 We come with our tattoos an our piercings, with our slick tricks and street wise dome We come with our laziness and our arts and our voices With our sagging pants and oversized shirts, with our bald heads and dread heads, And fades and Ceasers ,...
by I-AM-CATALYST | May 15, 2011 | Poetry, Story Poems/Parables/Modern Fairy Tales
THE DEVIL WINKED Walkin I was Down the street alone , but peopled block there were people everywhere like mardigras only.. different. Walking I was when I saw , she saw me seeing we were sighting each other like rifles Gorgeous she was Gorgeous my eyelids...
by I-AM-CATALYST | May 12, 2011 | Musings, Poetry
So I sit in my chair.. and I write I who am privileged beyond privilege in this world of men Ruled by other men And women -brought up by women, who’ve been so surrounded by men and the lack of men, that they teach their daughters to be hard in places that were meant...
by I-AM-CATALYST | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
sometimes..I am more than myself. I am a feeling an access to something vast, and beautiful. there is a fire, a flame like no flame; a supernova happening an eternal instant a blossoming of conflagration like a paper house catching fire in a strong wind; those flames...
