

Andre Lamartin
Apr 21, 2017


I Choose to Believe
We are more than the sum total of our senses. The abyssal depth of the human soul cannot be explored and understood solely through the...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 20, 2017


The Soliloquy of Rage
Are words limited in what they can express? Can the true meaning of rage any word possess? Rage against a world that wants us to accept,...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 18, 2017


In Memoriam of Alan Kurdi
I feel the pain of the world. I hear the children scream. I see a war that never ends. I speak of peace as just a dream. I taste greed...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 15, 2017


What Will Our Future Be?
Vasili Alexandrovich Arkhipov. You probably never heard this name before, but you owe this man your life. During the height of the Cuban...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 14, 2017


The Temperature at Which Freedom Burns
The present is just one link in the seemingly endless chain called history. The World Bank has just published the latest calculation of...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 13, 2017


Who Stands If Freedom Falls?
The rise of the direct brain-computer interface has epochal implications not only for our concept of human rights, but also for the...
Andre Lamartin
Apr 11, 2017


I am not
I am not the sum total of my mistakes, A past ever so present and incomplete. Believing that a true heart never breaks, Was a crime not...
Andre Lamartin
Feb 18, 2017


No Silence So Loud
The loss of a mother, what can account, for an absence so great, a silence so loud... The meaning of love, I learned as a child. She...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 9, 2016


Tomorrow May Never Come
If children symbolize the future, tomorrow may never come. Many will be denied the right to celebrate their next birthday. According to...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 8, 2016


Lost Stars
Are we all just lost stars? Incandescent and bright. Strangers by distance, siblings by sight. Wondrous, majestic, sources of light....
Andre Lamartin
Dec 8, 2016


My Very Own Lotus Flower
She was delicate as she was pure. She was beautiful as she was quiet. Not a tulip, not a rose, my very own Lotus Flower. From a pond she...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 6, 2016


Um Coração Aprisionado.
O amor é a imensidão da vida. Aprisioná-lo em verso uma ilusão. Não há métrica nem rima, Que possa conter o meu coração. Não há palavra...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 6, 2016


One Day To Be
She was my princess, my goddess, my love. The one I had waited for all along. A promise fulfilled of companionship and trust. Of laughter...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 4, 2016


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
This poem was written by a loving son for his dying father. It is not an exhortation of rage; it is an exultation of life. An admonition...
Andre Lamartin
Dec 2, 2016


Will History Absolve Him?
The greatest tragedy that can befall an egalitarian youth is to become the antithesis of himself as he ages. This is the story of an...
Andre Lamartin
Nov 26, 2016


A Battle Cry Unheard
Outlandish campaign promises of yesterday, nonexistent policies of tomorrow. This is the leap taken by most newly elected Presidents. The...
Andre Lamartin
Nov 10, 2016


A Voice For the Silenced: My Immediate Reaction to the US Presidential Election Result
Shock and silence are a married couple not on speaking terms. Therefore, at pivotal historic moments of great personal consternation when...
Andre Lamartin
Nov 9, 2016


The Rhyme of Time
If loss could be counted in days, And absence measured in Time, The tyranny of memories would say, Time is an impossible rhyme. For what...
Andre Lamartin
Nov 8, 2016


Galaxies to Explore
If the world is a planet, each human being is a galaxy. One of such depth, breadth and complexity only the divine can fully explore. The...
Andre Lamartin
Nov 5, 2016
