Aren’t we all just sketches;
Drawn from the Master’s hand.
Life charts its course across the
Lines that make us whole
Leaving us distorted and confused,
Battered and bruised.
Then, we pray to erase the pain away
And be drawn after in a new day.
Aren’t we all just sketches;
On parchment, drawn to imperfection
Desperately seeking beauty.
(C) Copyright 2013 Malcolm Jarell
There are some crying the blues
Exhausting all chances for love
With nothing left to lose.
One questioning God falls blind;
Afraid of questioning self,
Self destructs one more time.
Sitting in emptines–
Denying truth.
(C) Copyright 2013 Malcolm Jarell
“Poet, Malcolm Jarell, author of Wakeupandthink! and Dreams of Yesterday, presents to us a bold and daring message in his newest release, title, SpeakNow! This new collection sheds light on th many pressures and influences that plague our youth.
Poems such as Uprising! and Generation Now encourage the young to reach toward a higher goal, and to speak out against the diminishing standards of our society. Some of Jarell’s other poetic works found in his release such as Young Black Blues and Adolescence Lost expose the daily thoughts of unheard youth–giving readers a hard-hitting street-level view.
Jarell urges us, through these powerful words—to Speak Up, Speak Out, and Speak Now!”
*In homage to the fathers of modern poetry and all those who created and forwarded the well known Beat Generation.*
11/12/2009
We are what the normalists feared, Radical Poets with a jacked up
Message of Peace.
An over-cultural kind of counterculture
With thoughts of rebellion all the while
Screaming Revolution!
Riding on a trippy dream,
Laughing at those tired old nightmares
Drifting into a new freedom.
We are what the literary minds loathe—
The Untouchables of the written word.
Composing dissertations of a broken grammar
Getting HIGH on life and tripping on truth,
Making known our philosophy in a new reality
Choking the life out of Conformity ,
Giving breath back to Reform.
Pioneering a new wave perennial with personality
Radical Poets, gaining the World’s attention
By exploitation of a deeper thought.
© Copyright 2009 Malcolm Jarell
Do not doubt possibility
in the scheme of things.
There is laid before all opportunity
to see with own eyes the unseen.
Do not doubt faith
To which each man is given
a measure; to apply the force of
belief amidst a climate of pressure.
What remains is the challenge
and boldness to answer the call
and stand Righteous and unchanged
though others journey to a fall.
© Copyright 2015 by Malcolm Jarell
Children, the days of life
are as seeds to be planted
wisely; in truth and in deed.
There will be no glory for
the young one slain, hearing
Destruction calling his name.
Decision would be the cause
to blame, gone from existence
like smoke departing a flame.
These, veiled in mourning, shall
cease their tears, and from their
minds will go the memory of his
years.
He who sows sparingly…
© Copyright 2015 Malcolm Jarell
Part 1:
When a king passes in the street
Children cease their playing.
They hurry to catch a glimpse
And bless him with their smiles;
Warm and innocent to give
Him peace along the mile.
When a king is come,
People halt their busy work
And hasten to meet him.
They cast their coats in the way;
Their woven tapestries for
Him to walk upon as they
Honor him with pleasantries.
There, amidst the citadel,
They await his voice. From the
Lowest place he meets them
And beckons them near.
Sharing with them the wisdom
Of the Eternal Father, he removes
Their doubt, question, and fear.
Loved is he by those who revere him
Feared by those who reject him for
They are those who misunderstand him.
© 2015 Malcolm Jarell
For Freddie Gray and Baltimore
They say the thinkers are crazy
and the dreamers have lost their minds.
I say we know truth and are
aware of the times.
Open minds seek solution in
amidst chaos while ignorance
enjoys company.
One seeking peace creates
peaceful situations while one
seeking drama diggeth a pit
and shall fall it.
Foolishness brings the world
to its knees.
Who would dare to be free?
© 2012 Malcolm Jarell
I cannot recall you gentle
yet through your heavy love
I have become
an image of your once-delicate flesh
split with deceitful longings.
When strangers come and compliment me
your aged spirit takes a bow
jingling with pride
but once you hid that secret
in the center of your fury
hanging me
with deep breasts and wiry hair
your own split flesh
and long-suffering eyes
buried in myths of little worth.
But I have peeled away your anger
down to its core of love
and look mother
I am a dark temple
where your true spirit rises
beautiful tough as chestnut
stanchion against nightmares of weakness
and if my eyes conceal
a squadron of conflicting rebellions
I learned from you
to define myself
through your denials.
You are my light.
I need you to shine for me.
From the desolation
of my heart,
I need you to save me.
There aren’t many easy days.
But if we love righteously,
complaints will fade away.
My life, my love, my beauty,
I’d give all to kiss
your awaiting lips.
© 2010 Malcolm Jarell
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