The War Cry of Natives by William Wright, Jr.

Creative Talents Unleashed

There’s
a new wave of huddled masses

Streaming
through our ports

Strangers,
who bear the full weight of our fears

“Drive
them away”

Is
the war-cry of so-called natives

From
the sons and daughters of old travelers

“Terrorist”

Is
scrawled over every proud name

Every
doctor, every teacher, every wide-eyed poet

Who
dreams and wades into refuge

“Terrorist”
is far too small of a word

For
the large hearts and minds

Who
know, of terror’s full wrath

©William Wright, Jr.

Excerpt from the book Microaggression

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Under a Thieving Mist

Wading through the reeds and vines
In the dark heart of autumn
Where the fog rolls to shore
Each back-breaking dusk

I bleed the earth dry
Each criminal voyage
Weighed down and swollen
With its far and wide spoils

I set fire to those nights
Sent adrift with new friends
Filling daylight with treasures
We’ll seldom enjoy

Formerly Home

The house,
With the dead potted plants
Creaks and moans all night,
Many tired eyes are drawn
To the dwindling pyre

The house,
Overflowing
With years of neglect,
Sits rotting in the sun
Leading travelers astray

That house will be lost
In the clutter of the past,
Undone by the footsteps
That left her for dead

The Captives

Beneath the cartwheeling stars
I veered from the road,
Ensnared in the flow
Of a new underworld

I strayed from the reach
Of a spent young love,
Love sown in the east
The cross-fire of sorrows

Tomorrow lives underground
Ablaze as love sleeps
Fading from the full hearts
Of its aimless captives

Tuesday’s Gone – Collaboration

Creative Talents Unleashed

Meet me at the
crossing

Of borrowed time,

I’ll tell you
about freedom,

About illusion,

The bane of
life…

A life where

Stereotypes run
rampant

Your skin makes
you a target

Religion purges
the evident…

If a heart were
bullets,

My arsenal would
set you free

But you see,

They’ve been
planting seeds

Of self
destruction

We convince
ourselves we need a light on

That the dark is a
no fly zone

That the monsters
don’t look like you and I…

That we’re unique

If love’s inside
us

But when we wake
up

Tuesday’s gone,

Another line we’ve
drawn

When we let time
run the clock.

Time is always borrowed

But I’ll meet you anywhere you choose

The crossing is the perfect place

For us to slip our comic blues

Illusion is delusional

When it’s freedom that we seek

It blinds us from reality

Makes us soft and weak

We…

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On the Night He Spiraled

Was it all a dream,
Rushing away
Through his plastic eyes
In his infinite stare of peace at last?

“Where did it come from?”
His fading refrain
On the night he spiraled
Into a sulfury grave

A life once feared
Came crumbling undone,
The villainous giant
He had slain with remorse

Courage for our Friends by William Wright, Jr.

Creative Talents Unleashed

Distilled to mere flesh and bone

Our mortal wounds

Divulge, our timeless concern

Courage, seems all for naught

Before thunderous roads

In want

For our fragile forms

In the prime

Of these loathsome days

We bower in tune

In kindred dismay

Yet ever-more stern

We remain

In our stride to thrive

Fulfilled and true

Beyond, our shroud of despair

© William Wright, Jr.

Excerpt from the book The Slums of Nightfall



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My name is William Lorenzo Wright, Jr. I am the youngest of three
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Jaded by Elizabeth Daniel

Creative Talents Unleashed

Jade
eyes,

Melting
the Sahara sand,

Many
men had speculated,

What
was her hidden agenda?

Being
in a place like this,

Dusty
bar stools,

Smell
of liquor and tattered dreams,

She
seemed like a jewel among thieves,

Sauntering
in quietly,

Up
to the counter,

Softly
she spoke,

“Have
you seen this man?”

Producing
a crumbled picture,

Old
and faded,

With
a sigh,

“He
just left here,”

The
portly bartender exclaimed,

Pupils
narrowing,

She
nodded,

“That’s
all I needed to know!”

Grabbing
the photo,

As
quick as she arrived,

Out
the double doors,

She
was headed,

“Wait!
Why are you lookin’ for him?”

A
tall thin man from the corner of the room called,

Face
hidden,

Stepping
into the dim light,

He
smirked,

“He
broke my heart many moons ago”,

She
stammered,

Then
as swift as a blink,

A
bullet flew through the air,

Slicing
the man’s expensive suit,

Piercing
his…

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