Behind the Yellow Tape- New Poem!!!!

Behind the Yellow Tape

Her stark silence screams out into the dark;
She’s tried to run and hide, to stay away-
But his battering hands make their black mark.

Somewhere outside, their panicked puppy barks,
He’s felt those fists in his own dreary day;
Her stark silence screams out into the dark.

Baby lies crying, lost in a hot remark;
At least she’s not remembered in his rage
While his battering hands make their black mark.

She claims the bruises are simply birthmarks,
But they see the dried blood on her grey face;
Her stark silence screams out into the dark.

He drags her ankle, a mad, frenzied shark;
He hasn’t use for a broken toy anyway.
And his battering hands make their black mark

He’s left the heavy front door slammed ajar-
You can still see where the shattered body lay;
Her stark silence screamed out into the dark,
But his battering fists left their red mark.

Shaking off the rusty keyboard

Can plastic Rust?

Anyway, time to work out the kinks in my fingers with some good old fashioned ranting.

Has anyone else seen the inherent problem in our schooling system? It's not the cafeteria food that's crawling across the linoleum floor, or the bipolar Central air system that has students shivering and sweating all at once. No, it's this perverse grading scale. It's not based on actual ability, or even how well you can fake knowing a subject. No, it's based on how much work you have time to finish, how many tedious packets a teacher feels they can endure grading. For instance, in a creative writing class, a student with no conventional or stylistic skill will get a higher grade than a veritable Shakespeare simply because the good writer had a game the night before the paper (or whatever) is due. These grading scales teach our youth to bullshit (excuse the slang) their way through a complicated assignment and just ensure that it looks good, rater than actually making sure the end product is concise and correct. It's teaching students to rush through their projects, rather than doing the responsible thing and spending the time a project deserves to make sure it's polished and ready to inspect. The students who, like me, get bored easily but know their stuff, have to do mindlessly tedious tasks rather than actually learn anything. It's barbaric and bizarre, the way primary and secondary educational institutes refuse to actually educate.

The way I see it, lazy students slide by without doing anything more than turning in a paper with a bunch of scribbled down guesses, and the determined students are stuck at a slower pace than they can endure. And grades themselves, might I add, are an abomination. The only possible outcomes after a report card comes out are self absorbency or self loathing. The pressure put on students to perform well in school, while it may be well intentioned, is repugnant and medieval. It's used as a social status, as a determination of intelligence. Really, it's an entirely inaccurate reflection of a person's academic ability or lack thereof.

There will be more to come on this subject if I ever find some time to rant more.

New poem- The lament

The hospital room is cold as ice
Suppressing a shiver, I close my eyes
Doc keeps saying “It musta been hard
To watch him fall this far.”

I shake it my head clear and go back to a time
Where you’re crackin a smile at my brand new rhyme
So happy with words and music and life
Now the fire is out, like you’ve switched off your light

As the tears run unchecked down these pale white cheeks
Death laughs out loud at the havoc he wreaks
Losing you was the dullest knife
Hacking my heart one beat at a time

As they pull the sheet over your sweat soaked curls
Those silvery wings began to unfurl
In your death, again reborn
From mortal pain your spirit shorn
From wretched earth to love’s pure song
I just wish I could come along

Our last goodbye is in this verse
It’s the darkened windows on a slow, sad hearse
And at last this sad refrain will be done
The day we again become one