State of Humanity

Care to hear the author recite this piece of lyricism?

Pollute you like some trash in the desert sand
Leave you wonderin' what it feel like to be a man
A mystic a leper a lord until you realize you just a human being

playing dozens with dogs and
Get ya head bitten off like a preteen bully
Taughtin' motherfuckers in the prison yards

My conscience clear like Peruvian diamonds
In ice water streams

Genocide in the palm of my hand
I'm livin' the American dream
Israelis digging graves with the dirt under my nails

While Nigerian girls jump the gaps between

My knuckles as I hold the peace sign and ball up my fist

To crush the Boko Haram like the drops on Gaza Strip

Me myself and I as a conglomerate
Providing arms in the war on civilian terrorism
Make the kids swallow bombs with a smile and call it heroism

The aftermath is lying in a bed snakes
As they let me admire their hiss
And spat acid in my face and the only side effects 

Was it hurt when I took a piss
Irrelevant adolescent thoughts of hide n seek
And hatin on what was unique
But no remorse to bubble in this pool
Of nostalgia 
Even face down the water seems bleak

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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Above Creed

The eyes aren't the only

window to the soul

we lift d'Versity into a pot

of boiling water

let the steam fog the glass

and wipe it clear with expressions

from around the world

ink drips from the windowsill

as the sun shines through

the letters and numbers

but the vision is clear

no matter how grey the tint appears

we are all muslim christian jewish

non-denominational and so on

in a nation that breeds separation

by nature

and for some poetry is a

break from it all

like a kitten with the eyes

of a first love and its purr

was your only source

of comfort

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

My ode to d'Verse - a place where our differences are celebrated and appreciated. A place where we are unified through the art of poetry... 

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Knuckles in the Dirt

We went to Florence and waited for the DJ to drop the needle

though I almost lost my head waiting for that shit to start

and after 10 minutes he put on a sad song

said it's too lavish for the kids at heart

so sip ya champagne and reminisce about the times

you wish you could change but thankfully

Boboli Gardens is where I left my heart

so let's search for it

where I left my heart

let's water the flowers in expensive suits

and get our hands dirty

run across the primary axis

while tracking mud in our dress shoes

life only grows in the soil of insecurity

like a diamond straight from the mines

put directly on ya ring finger

we went from friends to lovers

outdoor museums to hangin from

roman sculptures

I let go and fell from heaven

because I know you care

that's why we don't care

and lastnight

got me dreadin our last night

we made in Florence

we made in Florence

what we made in Florence

Boboli gardens

where I left my heart

so let's search for it

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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Metamorphosis (A Painting)

Dear heavenly father,

my mother is my number one fan and her good feelings

are my faith when I'm short on patience

you birthed me mama but when you said the

words, “This could be a poem,” that's when the legacy began

Like a book without a 1^st 2^nd or 3^rd chapter

but of continuous prose without punctuation

deciphering Schoenfeld's watercolors

revealing//passionate//canvases of pure romance

in red//pale flesh//blue//with sky hues

numbering page after page of Miller's rapid scenery

amplifying the language of insects

and even the smallest encounters are painted

in grandiosity with a final transition

to Wheatfall's black & white subtlety & power

reminiscent of the strength in Van Gogh's
Wheat Field with Reaper and Sun 

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