by Monk Anchorwind | 24 Sep, 2020 | Mental Scraps |
where are fuck are the adults in the room? we’re broken, crying, and dying too soon. everyday heroes murdered in the streets while trauma victims barely make ends meet Facism came with a Cross and a Flag the rich accounts soar while our spirits sag body bags...
by Monk Anchorwind | 2 Aug, 2020 | Mental Scraps |
It’s hard to follow our thoughts but there is hope in the rain gone was the summer of love became a summer of pain one hundred fifty thousand deaths an unwashable stain needless hurt from GOP greed on deaf ears we cry in vain in the fight against injustice we...
by Monk Anchorwind | 10 Apr, 2020 | (A) The New Beginning 559- |
a promising nation sold all for the love of self the corruption unchecked for the hoarding of wealth was the blood price worth we were a beacon of light majority ignored how do you sleep at night generations held down that was part of the plan gaslight obstruct...
by Monk Anchorwind | 23 Nov, 2019 | (A) The New Beginning 559- |
learning how to sit in peace my path is more than guilt and shame i am just at the beginning a man in the mirror owning his name my compass isn’t just spinning don’t have time for hate and blame and i proclaim what came before is not the same it went up...
by Monk Anchorwind | 4 Mar, 2019 | (R) Post-500 Journal 501-558 |
again veered off to that dark place insidiously black dangerous space everything here is clear as distortion I’m ok to lose as long as I don’t win Veered by Anchorwind | March 2019
by Monk Anchorwind | 19 Feb, 2018 | Mental Scraps |
the victims of violence will no longer be silent home, in this era of terror we take care of our seeds we provide for their needs but money is worth more than lives children’s deaths yield mother’s tears while you profit from the fears go,...
by Monk Anchorwind | 22 Feb, 2017 | VA |
angel of mercy please visit me i beckon, i plead i pray down on my knees i yearn and i cry from tears my eyes burn i’ve given unto others but now it’s my turn Angel of Mercy (VA Print Version) 2017...
by Monk Anchorwind | 27 Jan, 2017 | VA |
Resist – Poetry (Other) – VA 2017 just when it seems within reach foundations of progress are breeched you want it all to burn defeat is what you yearn you delay us with your speech shouting until our throats are sore it’s clear I...
by Monk Anchorwind | 19 Aug, 2016 | Mental Scraps |
A day is too large to judge The hour refreshes anew Through the muck and the sludge The changes ring true The minute feels an age We need long periods of rest Must make everyone rage Again we need all at their best Reaching out was wrong The wonders never cease Being...
by Monk Anchorwind | 17 Aug, 2016 | Mental Scraps |
We used to drink to remember Now we drink to forget. We once knew joy and fun Now the patterns are set. There’s little of age and old It’s not the year but the mile. Early deaths you’ve bought and sold Remember when love was in style? Passion but a...
