​Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. 

​Lois Greene Stone, writer and poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been included in hard & softcover book anthologies.  Collections of her personal items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different divisions of The Smithsonian.

Cowboys, Lone Ranger,
Halloween... masks
were costume. Wranglers
did keep dry dust
from faces, and bandits
wanted camouflage.
Unseen, sneaking into
our bodies, a virus
hungrily halts defenses
caring not about age,
race, region-- savoring
human organs.  Masks.
No longer accessories
are mandatory outdoors.
Protection has replaced
fun disguise.
​

​Depression doesn’t knock on your door
Politely asking if it can come in
It creeps on you without warning
Like a predator stalking its prey
Viciously barging into your home
As it disrupts your peace inside
It’s an unwanted guest
Overstaying its welcome
Hoping you won’t mind
The damage it leaves  
Depression doesn’t just
Inhabit one single place
It moves in silence
Searching for its next victim
To happily reside where
Loneliness thrives
 

​I was born a walking contradiction
Destined to be misunderstood by others
I am quiet in places where I should be loud
Shaking the ground so it caves and swallows in
But I am also loud in places I struggle to be quiet
Breaking the walls before listening to their stories
I blend myself to fit into places where I don't belong
And I belong in places where I cannot blend
I'm the puzzle piece you can't quite figure out
But you hope to come back to someday
I hide in plain sight but come alive behind closed doors
I am difficult to figure out, a perplexing individual
I am an enigma, a mystery you can never solve
 

​How do I ask my mind to shut off?
How do I tell her "Enough"?
How do I ask my mind to leave me alone
when her very essence is to control my life?
She bothers me when I want to sleep,
I'm restless, wrestling with the thoughts and
uncertainties that I cannot put to bed
My bad days become her vice
My good days become her stomping ground
I'm a prisoner of my own mind
The feeling of constantly running away
but not knowing what you are running from
Always thinking the worst
but never really knowing why
My heart dancing inside my chest
bouncing off the walls while
I lay perfectly still
The incessant crying that drowns me
in a sea of endless fears
She calms down when she wants to,
but she never truly goes away
I always feel the storm coming
but I never know how hard it will rain
 

​You’ve been burning fire for far too long, my dear
Aren’t you afraid of what this will do?
What you thought would keep the hurt out
Is growing inside while slowly killing you
Is your heart not scorched by those raging flames
You feel compelled to emit lately?
Does your skin not recoil in disgust and fear
When being kissed by a thousand suns daily?
Has the smoke clouded your wild eyes
To create the appearance of illusions?
Or did you truly destroy every good thing
As your final act of retribution?
Your birthright is not this agony you bear
But you feel like that’s all you’ll ever know
You’ll find the strength to quench your flames
And plant new seeds to help you grow
Remove those ashes that colored your starry eyes
So you can walk to your rightful place
Because when a true queen has fallen down
She rises again with dignity and grace
 

​The years i 've been out of sight
While running from the affairs
of the bad elements
Haven withdrawn
From the military
And other national duties
To exhaust the running days
With my anus at home
My action a shock
To the parliaments
Knowing my stand for equity
Inequality an opposition
That divides our modern democracy
My fear for the press
And the new government
Whose presence excrete various ailments
Feeding the subjects with anguish and regrets
Them that 've taken a toll
The city heart with firearms
Shooting at sight with impunity
The outspoken,disabled
And the middle men
The diehard activist
Whose voice is for the less privilege
Denying many their civil rights
In silence I've chosen to dwell
So my life won't be plucked unripe
Not showing my heart to the masses
Whenever the country is shut down
Or found wanting in speech
Though I am a strong supporter
Of a good governance
Politics of the past era
When life was quick to germinate
Not this current men of Mr Rowland
Gang of stars clothed in bloody regalia
Whose thought evict our cause to celebrate
And bad influence damages our sacred name
Our image they buried overseas
Indoor I've chosen for years
Because of the black colonies
Whose anger burn like dry wood
And cruelty is a dozen dose
Compared to that of the civilized world
Their impurity is in the heart
And not their cooperate uniform
They segregate us from the most privileged
Holders of the nations cake
Have built doubts in our hearts
With their bias handling of mere promises
Our leaders inability to serve
makes me more confused
Here I've escaped demons
Both them in the country force
And them wearing the face
Of our country head
Neither with the will to serve
Their desire a quest to roast in power
Alas! I've been ridiculed in psalms
And mother tongues
Many keep hitting me hard
Where the pain aches
Saying I place the country on left hand
Not giving my opinion to the press
So my mind could be made public
Peace has pushed me this far
Living to avoid the wrath of men
Those that enjoy battle to peace of mind
Forgotten my wisdom has grown tall
Above the wretchedness of Abani the city dweller
Our country suffers a low mind
And frequent backslide
We prefer the white man's lifestyle
To his inventive prowess
We admire the efforts of the developed countries
But it does us no good
Cos it only shows in our tongue
And not in the work of our own hand
When it gets to following their footsteps
Our vision will hang on the slippery ground
Our leaders are incompetent in thought
And different in mindset
We are only smart to siphon the nations treasury
We are the real enemy of the state
And the country's growth
Our brilliancy is outside the government house
Period election is fast approaching
Then you can see the good of men
Many 'd become disciples of dooms
Preaching salvation barefoot on the local street
Where waste bin assembly
Giving the lame some legs to walk
And gifting the poor the hopes to see another day
Time the deceased also boast of giving life
Revealing what makes our life incomplete
Judging from the sense of man;
We have no thinking bed
To sleep a whole night
And harvest a full thought
On how to cure this menace
Placed on Isi-uzo citizens

​When I have nobody but me
I 'd rather be real
instead of being hopeless and still
Begging for alms I won't be fit
Hence I could make good use of my skills
I 'd work my blessings myself
Instead allow my dream stolen by theft
No need wallow a long mile
Waiting for a helper to harvest my smile
No need narrow the wrong mind
Fighting over a loaf when I 've got some
spiced slice
Should I pry over a neighbor's bliss?
When with strength my joy I can team and mix
When hard my endurance heaps
I 'd lie beneath wherever my elbow reach
When I have nobody but me
From negation my mind will
be made free
Knowing nobody is me
Who among men can make
my future ripe?
Only with my own hand I can
turn up the darkness into light
Success is far fetched while
facing your perceived plight
Instead beckon a friend to
help put your future right
When I have nobody but me
I 'd grab every slight opportunity and thrive
Creating the most perfect of my being
Living up to expectation a deal
I 'd wake from slumber in pursuit of a desired dream
Though the road be made rough to ride
indolence I will first place on hide.

​When the Lord shall come
from the battered face of the sky
through a trill dance of the storm
the wind will wiggle its waist
Together with sons of men
keep brave as much
In every movement be still
Either chants or rift
Birds will sing our song
Like a drop of tears
Heaven will overthrow the rain
the sun 'd be afraid
To seek the face of the day
Call the universe for a praise!
He has come to shake the grave
the earth be set ablaze
So our sins be erased
I 've preserved a warm welcome
With holy kiss his name I will adore
Tell the saviour; I come
Here I am to seek his face
His feet I 'd fall
Hearing the wonders of the world
indeed he will shock
Why abandon us on the run?
Today you will be lectured with the tongue
About things that took you unaware
When you left to the space
Your footstep many traced
And found not your face
Devil and his agents at work
In struggle to live in our heart
Winning the hearts of saints
They refused men repent
Where went you my Lord?
When we were steadfast in the Lord...
Refusing to do the works of men
Tribes and tongues confessed your name
period sin refused to be born
Many in the church knew their God
With our bald head we 've carried your cross
In your name many have been destroyed to the core
Them that were steadfast in your call
have all succumb
When the Lord shall come
from his hidden place above the sky
Earth be ready to console
For He won't bear it in his heart
Terrible things we ve sowed
What will be the look of His face?
Seeing the earth in unusual form
I strongly believe; He will be unimpressed

​On the day of my demise
Do not merry in front of my dying hut
Proclaiming my lost name on a repeated times
Thinking with a mere beating
of drum you can raise a lost soul
Neither come in mass with pride and prejudice 
Soaked in streams of tears to increase my countless woes
Do not break the bank for the
man who's fast asleep
And if it will be found worthy in
your glaring thought;
Let your will be on how to fend
for my dying tribe
The waste of my being you
should be quick to expatriate
My spirit and soul you shouldn't
bother to trace to the underworld
The reserve of my wealth the poor
you should give to keep until their dying days
All of these you should do when
I embark on this long lasting trip
On the day of my demise
do not come to feast on
leftovers of hard minerals
thereby exploiting my offsprings
to penury
let my being be buried underground
for I am not worthy of the white man's reform keeping the
remains of me in their morgue until my wisdom decay
Tell the living to mourn only themselves for its my debt 
I ve been called to pay
Do not appease to the gods any of my genuine fowl
Neither roast my yams for the disciples
of doom.

​I tasted trial 
When it was not my turn

The previous era
And my life was in storm

I tasted trial 
When it was full of thorn 

I tasted trial
When I met the sun

I tasted trial 
From the time I was born

I tasted trial
And it was bitter in my tongue

I tasted trial
When life was tough 

I tasted trial
Till the day I overcome