Darrick Hernandez wrote A Kaleidoscope of Poetic Thoughts from the inside of a sentence where he is serving a sentence. In a 2019 edition of Alien Buddha Zine, Darrick’s work was first featured in a segment on the American Prison system; after it was forwarded along with the help of poet Lauren Scharhag, who also helped ‘A Kaleidoscope of Poetic Thoughts’ find it’s way to Alien Buddha Press’ submissions.
Herein lies poetry from a peculiar perspective on subjects the billions of us are confronted with at some point in life: love, loss, war, peace, hope, oppression, joyfulness, and utter confusion concerning our experience and our place in the ever-revolving human terrestrial amid its constant evolving state of affairs
cover art by Pseudonym Lastname
“I dedicate this work to
all who’ve ever believed in me;
those who’ve snubbed me, too.
May you all finally see
what my spirit is possessed to do.”
As time flies by, my sanity peels
and drifts along in its current.
How long can I endure it?
This question leaves me sleepless
more nights than not, eyes
wide open in the dark, listening
to the tick-tock of the clock.
I remember when I was
fast asleep, soon as I
hit the bed.
Now a-nights it seems
I wouldn’t catch a wink
even if I were dead.
Twisting and turning in discontent
at the hooting owl, screeching nighthawk,
or my window, a tree’s discourteous knock.
This nocturnal symphony causes me to
look upon the night with enmity, and,
as the dawn brings the sun,
the early bird gets the worm, while
insomnia plays on my rationale some.
Justitia est Commodatum
Justice is Served
Taken, what they never thought precious,
no value to a life, with no chance to invest.
Could I to call them heartless, as they’ve
deemed mine devoid of any warmth,
innocent I may not be, yet guilty
of complete ill-fane, I aren’t.
Surely, the lady’s bosom hasn’t run dry,
all the agents, ages of sardonic suckling,
those sworn to represent her benevolence,
yet tarnish it in supplant.
Could it be justice just isn’t fair,
or perhaps it’s just to make it fair,
to tip the scales in one’s favor,
match might for might, the only given right.
The wrath that befell thine,
on behalf of those deemed unseemly,
hath not been in vain,
O, most heroic among the empyrean,
every step towards humanity honors thee.
A churning majesty, of which has
illuminated by dawns of ages unfathomed,
for many more it shall endure, aridly
expressing its romance to the soul.
This most sacred gift unduly reserved,
those to rouse its embers to flame,
bearers of this torch, in warmth and awe,
revere his courageous name
Innocence without the pain,
knowledge without responsibility,
fruitfulness without the rain,
equality without any quality,
a new leaf without the grain,
reality without its fallacy,
glory without the shame,
persecution without morality,
beauty without the vain,
no common clash with sensity,
restore perspective’s sane,
just to see sterility,
is more of the same,
bland, yet infectious chastity,
in which we turn to blame,
all but our own audacity.
Sugar and Salt
Some people find god,
Some people find love,
Some people find fortune,
Some people find none.
Some people are lucky,
good and/or bad.
A few die happy,
most people live sad.
Some people are blessed,
Some people are cursed,
most finish last,
and some finish first.
Hope keeps some alive,
only to perish hopelessly,
while others perpetually strive,
as strife lasts endlessly
* * *
Life is full of magic
dark and the light,
though often tragic,
it can still be bright.
The experience is profound
whether one acknowledges
salt and sugar abound
so no tasteless apologies
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit
A hierarchy of sovereign power,
Many lies said, unaccounted dollars made,
bleed the populace, supposed debt paid.
Frauds claim a history with god, gall
their flaws contradict his call,
basing lives on what seems true,
yet don’t believe their spew.
Land of the free under political legions,
all are glee to advocate tensions,
with a dash of equality and civil right,
lest we forget poverty and classicist plight