Urban Renewal

Urban Renewal

I have a brilliant idea,

I don’t know why a person

more brilliant than I hasn’t thought

of this brilliant of an idea.

Let’s burn down infected cities and rebuild

everything over again. Brilliant!

We’ll force all the negativity to either

die or squirm into the unknown.

We’ll burn down the schools and

venture home by home, setting ablaze

to all the pessimism of the city.

We will burn down all the police stations

and hospitals to put an end to corruption.

We will lead the charge into infected neighborhoods

and burn down gang fronts and hideouts.

We will walk the stairs of City Hall

and burn it to ashes.

We will burn down the Hall of Records,

obliterating all recognition of this town of infection.

WRITTEN BY BLACK ANGEL

 

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Excerpt from page 55 of ANGEL’S PASSION

PUBLISHED BY PUBLISHAMERICA, LLLP

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as BLACK ANGEL

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Carol and the Keys to My Heart

CAROL AND THE KEYS TO MY HEART

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr. excerpt from page 37 of ANGEL’S PASSION

Carol knew exactly what to do and how to do it, too.

She knew all the buttons to push when trying to get a reaction out of me.

She got my blood pumping with no times wasted.

No other woman knew how to get my blood flowing,

Nor had any other woman been able to touch me in such a way.

Perched on the dresser of my bedroom were the keys to my heart.

Carol had driven her 7-Series BMW straight into my heart,

Penetrating its core and breaking down the black, soulless

Wall surrounding it.

I never thought that was possible,

Then walked in my beautiful Carol.

WRITTEN BY BLACK ANGEL

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Excerpt from page 37 of ANGEL’S PASSION

PUBLISHED BY PUBLISHAMERICA, LLLP

All For Love

All For Love

 

My heart pounds with

Anticipation as she turns

The corner, showing her

Beautiful, her seductive lips

And curvaceous hips.

The passion I have for

Her, I can no longer

Suppress. I cannot wait

Another instant to finally have her.

To have her means that

I have won this battle

In my life’s war.

Victories are difficult to come

By in this day in age.

Almost obsolete.

This battle was bittersweet.

Bitter with stings of stubbornness,

And sweet with pungency

And blissful aroma.

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as BLACK ANGEL

Excerpt from page 14 of Angel’s Passion

Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as BLACK ANGEL

Absentee Leaders


ABSENTEE LEADERS

Where are they?

Where do they currently reside?

What is their current GPS location?

The leaders of the world—

Do they choose to hide?

Do they choose to conceal their powers from the idiot magnets?

Have we become so self-indulgent?

So dependent on man-made items

that we have lost the ability of critical thinking and basic observation?

Are the leaders of the world hiding in dark caves,

carving out new mathematical formulas and

philosophical findings on the cave’s walls?

Are the leaders of the world exiled to a secluded island?

Are they at the peaks of the tallest mountains,

observing the idiocy below through idiot-proof telescopes?

Can they see with vivid detail each song lyric

scribbled on note pads with very little originality?

Can they see that artists of the past

are being robbed blind of their once prestigious work?

Can they see the dried up pen of writers with no muse?

Do they even exist?

Written as Black Angel

© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.