Foreword Jeffery Martin has long been a writer of deep thought and contemplation. As such, he has studied the works of other persons of depth. Jeffery is deeply inspired by the prolific works of philosopher, writer and activist, Noam Chomsky…. Read More ›
The rhyming and the not, as if I had forgot, my words of many years, embedded in my tears. Days of youth have passed. The die has long been cast. Pieces of my life still wading through pained strife. Time… Read More ›
Newspapers stacked beside piled up mail, cigarette butts in a bottle of ale Sun filtered in through the hole in the drapes The dinner he made is now dried on the plate His faded old jeans, torn and ripped at… Read More ›
My sky seems to fall And my earth seems to climb When there is sadness I am caught between the lines There is sorrow I cannot control And bitterness within my heart There is darkness in my soul I seem… Read More ›
It was a long and torturous way In the hulls of beasts Through the cold and turbulent waves It was on a thieving wind My forefathers wailed and groaned In the scorn of their bonds It was a plentiful trail … Read More ›
We wear masks to protect us from harm An armor, which is always on guard No more wearing your heart on your sleeve Wearing this mask to protect me from heartache and pain Hiding the truth from ourselves, Putting love… Read More ›
Bottom of a mason cup Filled it full of caffeine Liquid courage Some need alcohol to fuel their mistakes She screws up all by herself Sober minded Slightly deranged Warped sense of humor If we’re assuming everyone else is sane… Read More ›
Anger seethes within Stoking a molten rage Every shuddering breath Sucked in fuels it Poised on a razors edge Berserker tendencies explode Bellowing a defiant challenge Ice glitters in pale blue eyes The inherent madness Battles within a penitent soul… Read More ›
I’ve come through a long line of griots and women warriors who danced beneath the sun; a circle of angels, and swaying hips, heart beats to the djembe drum. I’ve come through. Generations of spoken word, long histories & philosophies… Read More ›
Alabaster wings never make a sound every whispered dream are silently earth bound I can’t make a wish I can’t learn to fly I can barely sing I just sit and cry with my alabaster wings eyes can never see… Read More ›
Raja's Insight 