"Time To Admit" by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Time To Admit

Something wrong
with all of us

time to admit

we can't stop
the suffering

too far gone
spin of our sins

web of machines
pressed to our flesh

underworld pulling strings

needing to look up
falling to our knees.
 

Published in Catapult To Mars- October 2011

"Ego" by Stephen Jarrell Williams

EGO

None of us
saw
what the world was coming to

we had ideas and even visions
but
nothing like the slap and roar of the end

children no longer born
women no longer loved
sea and sky no longer blue

earth, wood, and stone
falling
on every man so full of himself.



Published in protestpoems.org- December 24, 2011

"You Shouldn't" by Stephen Jarrell Williams

You Shouldn’t

They say you shouldn’t

Antagonize the government

With their continuing expansion of the Patriot Act

Supplying sniper rifles to one-eyed Jacks

Marshall Law signs already printed up and stored

In vacant buildings outside of town and city

Row-after-row of thousands training

Strategically staged across the country

Containment forces with truck loads of body bags

NSA listening

Lists drawn

Odds are you’re on at least one page with an X

Easy now

Don’t panic

You use to think your body was God’s

But they’ll use it

After you’re shot and displayed like a ragdoll

Igniting you on TV

What a fire that will be

The news announcing nothing to worry about

Just a trash fire

Another trouble-maker dead

For everything is under control here at home

Smoke becoming our atmosphere.

Published in The Camel Saloon- January 2015

 

In The Morning by Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

In The Morning

We walk in a quiet march

under heavy clouds,
mist falling
mini pearls clinging to our coats.

The singing has ended for the night,
the song still in our minds,
our throats swore
by the meaning of the words.

Tomorrow we will be in the City of Cities,
all the world will hear.
We are some of the many
millions wanting
change in the kingdoms of government...

We move on,
our numbers blurring the sight of us...

Thunder rumbling in the distance,
countries beginning to bow.

Not enough bullets, or fire, or depravity
can weigh us down like the old days lying,
lying, so much lying...

We are no longer meek.
Our strength is our will
pushing down the walls with our flood of flesh.

In the mourning we will sing.  We will sing.
And they will listen.


Published in The Camel Saloon- January 2011

The Grind by Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

The Grind

Losing
yourself
in the rush unwillingly

crowd carried
trying not to panic

another day

same
insane
world

coping
by pretending
this is how it is

finally
pushing
back

too late

bumping into something
you've felt
too many times

the grind
the irreversible grind.


Published in Catapult To Mars- February 2011

Down And Out by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Out
on the rim
of the spinning city,
at home in my dizzy whirl,
licking my computer screen,
dust of many,
buzz of more, more, more...

All the toxic leaders
soaking in mega tubs,
my lifeblood keeping them afloat
with my fractured family
and bent self.

Southland weather promising fire
sticks burning like pretzels,
salt of the earth leaving a slight stain
down the middle of the street,
shame, shame, shame...

I don't want to die just yet,
wanting to squeeze it before the crash.

I wanted what others wanted,
lost sight of the everyday glow.

The system corrupting.
My toes in the stir.
Round and round,
we all fall
down.


Published in Shoots And Vines- December 2009

In A Dark Time by Stephen Jarrell Williams

In a dark time
within us and here,
we smooth ourselves over
with oil and gossip.

Beating our heels into the floor music,
paying more with less
awareness.

Whistling old songs
like they'll save us.

Give us that shot,
vaccine against swine
boiled in the underworld.

There's not enough
lighthouses to cast light over the dying sea.

The fires are burning California.

Where's the great Kennedy from yesterday?

Only Dylan still has a spark to share.

We should march for something...

We're in a vacuum of overpopulation,
soulless mass,
lost

in a dark time.



Published in protestpoems.org- September 2009

Ravenous by Stephen Jarrell Williams

 Ravenous

 

Father of blood-red fields,
you must be weary.

Haven't you enough of the dead?

There's certainly enough wounded...

Is your thirst unending?

It must be.
Here comes the silver jets.
The black bombers.

Your will is solid.
Constant.  Ravenous.

Could you at least consider
the women and children
huddled in their homes?

You're ruthless, aren't you?

The explosions are your laughter.
The fires are your long fingertips
probing the corpse.




Published in The Dark Fiction Spotlight- January 2011
Published in Mirror Dance- June 2009
Published in Black Book Press *

Sister Revolution by Stephen Jarrell Williams

SISTER REVOLUTION

They killed my sister.

Hung her
on the side of the road.

An example
not to tell,
when you see
how they pull our strings
from birth to premature death.

She was a good girl.

Changed her clothes behind the door
leading the revolution.

She's still alive in spirit.

Her voice sweet
as a lioness at their throats.

 

Published in Deuce Coupe- February 2010

In The Morning by Stephen Jarrell Williams

We walk in a quiet march
under heavy clouds,
mist falling
mini pearls clinging to our coats.

The singing has ended for the night,
the song still in our minds,
our throats swore
by the meaning of the words.

Tomorrow we will be in the City of Cities,
all the world will hear.
We are some of the many
millions wanting
change in the kingdoms of government...

We move on,
our numbers blurring the sight of us...

Thunder rumbling in the distance,
countries beginning to bow.

Not enough bullets, or fire, or depravity
can weigh us down like the old days lying,
lying, so much lying...

We are no longer meek.
Our strength is our will
pushing down the walls with our flood of flesh.

In the mourning we will sing.  We will sing.
And they will listen.


Published in The Camel Saloon- January 2011

Back to the Beginning by Stephen Jarrell Williams

 

We're in a slow tumble,
sleepy-eyed...

The whole country a quack,
paying now and forever.

They say it's our fault.
Maybe it is...

Thinking of the kids...
We deserve to be stepped on.

But I believe
we can shake ourselves out of this.

Changing those at the top
to the bottom.

Going back to the beginning,
common sense and hard work...

A friend to earth and sky and self.

 

Published in Word Catalyst Magazine- February 2010

Lost In Iraq by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Never free
in the arms of the ice queen,

mopping the floor
with the back of your head,

you're grinning in ecstasy and pain,
humming that tomorrow will stay away.

You're flawed
with the war in your dreams,

your old outpost still
in the mountains of the penniless,

falling forever
into her eyes,

she keeps your stick swinging,
fingers cold,

unpromising,
multicolored in the spin of your room,

your uniforms in the closet
hanging above the sniffing rats,
they snuck in
nestled in her purse,

as she steals your nobility,
snuffs out your fire.



Published in Counterexample Poetics- 2009

In A Dark Time by Stephen Jarrell Williams

In a dark time
within us and here,
we smooth ourselves over
with oil and gossip.

Beating our heels into the floor music,
paying more with less
awareness.

Whistling old songs
like they'll save us.

Give us that shot,
vaccine against swine
boiled in the underworld.

There's not enough
lighthouses to cast light over the dying sea.

The fires are burning California.

Where's the great Kennedy from yesterday?

Only Dylan still has a spark to share.

We should march for something...

We're in a vacuum of overpopulation,
soulless mass,
lost

in a dark time.



Published in protestpoems.org- September 2009

Ego by Stephen Jarrell Williams

EGO

None of us
saw
what the world was coming to

we had ideas and even visions
but
nothing like the slap and roar of the end

children no longer born
women no longer loved
sea and sky no longer blue

earth, wood, and stone
falling
on every man so full of himself.


Published in protestpoems.org- December 24, 2011

Throne Sitters by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Humanity
is
awakening

pushing
back

the downward
press

of the elite's fat asses.


Published in protestpoems.org- February 2011

No Man's Land by Stephen Jarrell Williams

You're shaking,
mumbling on

barren plain of smoldering
stumps,

distant city
smoking ruins,

river full
boiling ash,

burnt boots,
hanging rags,

coughing hoarse,
chewing blood,

you survived the blast,
doomsday bomb,

searching mile after mile,
no woman to touch,

no holy house,
no sacred word.



Published in protestpoems.org- October 2009

Down And Out by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Out
on the rim
of the spinning city,
at home in my dizzy whirl,
licking my computer screen,
dust of many,
buzz of more, more, more...

All the toxic leaders
soaking in mega tubs,
my lifeblood keeping them afloat
with my fractured family
and bent self.

Southland weather promising fire
sticks burning like pretzels,
salt of the earth leaving a slight stain
down the middle of the street,
shame, shame, shame...

I don't want to die just yet,
wanting to squeeze it before the crash.

I wanted what others wanted,
lost sight of the everyday glow.

The system corrupting.
My toes in the stir.
Round and round,
we all fall
down.


Published in Shoots And Vines- December 2009