Ode
Detest Protest of the Absurd
This song is a prayer wrapped in rhythm, a Native rock anthem forged in the fire of injustice and clarity. I created both the lyrics and instrumental music to honor ancestral resilience and speak truth to chaos. It’s a sonic protest and a sacred offering. May it stir something deep within you and awaken what’s been waiting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
"Orange". Top Story - August 2025.
Orange areas on my skin... reality— the areas are brown, areas, tan. Am I an animal? Am I sand? Will I be extinct just as I stand? Am I wanted more now than then? So precious— orange, a has-been. Waiting, waiting here, another orange area restin'. Nothing, nothing, nothing again. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
A Resident
Tenors, baritones, basses, sopranos— hands and stomachs altogether, whole. Grab-dominating in harmony, support! Residentials fine and sound. Points found, a wand goes... O motivate, Oh... the audience wakes. A vision, whose direction is waves? Wants eyes closed like soul. Mouths opened wide, Encores and stays. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
