Recreating History (version 2)

Posted by on Jan 15, 2012 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

Recreating History (version 2) by Stephen A. Dantes   I know exactly what I will say to my son when he asks me about freedom Well, that is if I had one, when I can find a woman who loves me enough to carry me, one I’d say; Son, “Freedom is not the right to do what you wish, It is the opportunity to do what you want.” And if stares at me with eyes expectant as if to will me to explain what I meant by those words knowing that slavery has been abolished years now   I’d sit him down and take his hand and say; I stand tall on a...

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No Matter What

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

No Matter What by Stephen A. Dantes     No matter what you take away from me, no matter what you say to me, no matter how you treat me, I will stand firm… Yea, right! Humanity tires of caged hurt and pampered fear, it beguiles wanton, no time for delusion of cornerstone promise or stance in fight for self. No tear at mention, A comfort only to those with limits; laid back, back track, Illusion. If I could count days and times, and back date clocks on walls, and erase shadows under historical suns, I would still feel void of wit, I...

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White Hope in Black America

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

White Hope in Black America by Stephen A. Dantes Her name was, Hope She was a pretty girl from the islands And as the name does say There was an expectation of desire in her eyes She would spend both day and night fantasizing And visualizing ways where life would be good to her An actualization that kept her breathing Kept her living And holding unto a promise of A means to an end Her name was, Hope So she bought her plane ticket and left with Some oversized luggage after saying a few Goodbyes to the people she considered family A few sad...

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Like Father Like Son

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

Like Father Like Son by Stephen A. Dantes     Where does priority lie in this daunting place Where does sanity lie in this haunting state Of mind that has brought to knees brothers in streets of blood in time As time itself greets no foe or friend But lies in wait to search and find this damning fate? Where does priority lie in this being called man This man called father This father with son who pockets guns to acquire gum-respect Who must, lest none, father a son and become a father like his old man A man with daytime dreams and...

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Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Posted by on Dec 11, 2011 in Alter Ego, Poems | 0 comments

Guilty Until Proven Innocent by Stephen A. Dantes   I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see Where the heart can feel And where the lips can’t touch I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see Where the heart can’t tell And where the lips can’t taste I’m in a place where the eyes can’t see Where the heart can’t beat And where the lips can’t part I’m in a place where there are no eyes to see No heart to beat And no lips to speak   Poem rated 5.0 stars by 21 people Buy THE ALTER EGO eBook...

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