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Recipie For Impiety 

At the core, it's hunger you ignore. 
Why one fatality? 
Limited chaos to limit reality. 
Adapt into solidarity, 
Gain clarity, 
Avoid duality in society. 
The risk of pain, 
Just to remain the same, 
After overlapped, bittersweet notoriety. 

Truth, superior to knowledge,
Complex anxiety.
Printed on emotionless fliers.
As Truth seems to evade us,
The blind try to persuade us,
Decree on how they parade us,
And to what degree to degrade us.
Forced to believe liars.

Who's passing out these pamphlets? 
Promoting no sobriety...
Minimizing generations of wisdom, 
Analyzing imitations of 'sovereign nations,'
Propagandizing the value of a breadcrumb, 
When the loaf was enriched with impropriety. 
 
Bad bias can hold the ego hostage. 
Good, buy us more hate to make bread! 
Wait... You fed my eagle...
He woke up dead. 
It was enough to kill a ostrich. 

~ P.C.Hernandez



Flyovers  
 
they glide in 
each morning 
drifting  
above us 
 
my four legged 
stops 
sitting with her head 
tilted back 
watching 
reverently  
 
in the silence of 
the early morning 
communication 
flows easily 
 
corvus 
pitbull 
human 
unified 
 
recognition 
alignment 
and i wonder 
does she want to 
fly with 
crows 
 
do they  
want to wander 
on the ground  
snuggled  
against my leg 
 
crow 
to  
pitbull 
and i wander 
around 
wondering.  


~ Orannhawk 

Exam on the Way to a Peninsula
A birthday poem for Miss Roni


I cry aloud and shout,
As he shuts out my prayers,
Deterred by melanin,
And the curl in my hair.
That's what the Colonizers tell me.


As my wounds grow foul and fester,
I forget to eat my bread.
That said,
I don't believe the Conquistadors either.


Somewhere between Motel 6 and January 6,
Just left of a final exam,
I plan my answer to Gatekeepers,
Sweepers of truth
Under the canon of climate.
I will write wisdom on their walls,
In halls of knowledge,
I will sing,
I do remember your faults this day, 
And say,
This is why you burn the books,
                              maim the maps,
                              shame the ceremonies,


You fear the day I remember 
I am made in the image of God.