Mortars, martyrs and the people underneath
Flares, tracers and streaks across the sky
And isn’t it beautiful?
O God how pretty it is
Absent the homicides
All the cold-blooded murder
Without one genocide
Your reign is benevolent
But we are wrought with sin
And our pride has been damaged
So any good we do
Reminds us this of you
And down here in the filth
In our introspection, selfishness
There’s no room for anyone else
Where’s the justice in loneliness?
Justice is blind
There’s something in the way we never talk
She’s up early, I take the dogs for a walk
I’d rather have a pick me up than be sleepin in
So I’ll be missin her until she’s back again
When I’m laying there and you awake
You see me there in a fragile state
But I come home, sometimes you’re around
Those are the best days I have found
I head to the store on your day in
Come back and you’re just chillin
So amped up, ready to go
She tells me what I already know
She said “Do anything but I’ll be around”
My feet hit the ground, I hit the town
She’ll be in bed by the early AM
But you can’t hide a bad habit in a soda can
An Orphan
What once manifests itself as judgment and desires,
Placates the mind in its ever search for congruency.
When reality is gained, retribution befalls it,
And displacement is the coveted acceptance.
If the mind is a prison, then who else to rely better on?
An obsession with survival clouds the ability to trust.
Inheritance does not fall short of a name, or a past,
But looking for answers yields only flat conclusions.
The aging face hardens when reflecting on its image,
The ponder is no longer of who made it.
In actuality it never crossed the mind-
Nothing is what made me this way.
The nothing is a beautiful emptiness, though,
A small spark can become an uninterrupted explosion.
The freedom to create anew, design with a concrete plan,
To start a legacy bold enough to outlive the lost.
I am thankful that I was told to be polite,
When I am served hardship, I finish my plate.
But I’m not a damned fool to ask for seconds,
… I just have to pretend I’m not that hungry…
It Lies Within
I feel myself rotting
My emotions buried within mold
And decomposing into physical hurt
My reluctance to tell
And reveal my thoughts to the world
Result in this agony
I writhe with my lack of outlet
And constant force of more in the bottle
And suffer eternally until I explode
And release my thoughts into the world
The void we call home
Where no one is honest
Everyone is hiding something
Nothing changes out minds
Everything controls us, but we
Nobody really thinks outside the box
Because we are all trapped inside
By intangibles: morals, love, and others
The forces that make life flow
Around us in a case, not easily broken
If and when we break this cage
By violating a thread: morals, loves, or life itself
Is when we escape into the void
Where spirits roam, and devils and angels sing
Love & Light
When what you want
Is to be truly happy
And how you feel
Is like you’re wandering
It Is utterly dependent
On your own self
To make the best for you
How can two
Totally different bodies
Come together as one
In a world so torn
Without united desires
To make together what can be
Achieved Independently
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Once there is nothing left to gather
The sowing does not immediately begin again
Everything we’ve prepared for must follow our design
Deliverance comes but between each harvest
If even the best laid plans sour
Who provides us when we’re at a loss?
The measure from survival to comfort
Tastes like a reward for something…
If hard work doesn’t pay off
And the slanderous are rewarded
What benevolent eye is privy to it?
Where are the footprints in our muck?
The consequences of inaction
Reap heavily at the soul
An anxious hostility ignites
And passes but with a puff of air
When we are lost, we look to the familiar
When we starve, we hold back energy
When we go blind, we smile inside
But the sage told me, ‘Love is blind’
The revolution is loving-
-Love the revolting
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Though along on the journey I stopped on the way
Fields of relentlessness had grown in isolation
Yet my travel was one of certainty, painstaking, slow
At the end I’ll look back at when I found myself
Complementary colors-and fowl looming overhead-
I contemplated the earth between my finger and thumb
Old depressed soil worn with strife reflect a stranger
I remember everything except what I was
Keeping an air of personal musings
Ripping through time like a Christmas present
Still in belief life is a game I’m losing
In time the air enveloped the present
Weep not for the trace of an old shoe
What’s worn is worn and unfashionable today
The forgotten game is the fool’s runaway
Where challenges are not sought, but evaded
Errantly beguiled by forgotten touch
I quest forth to bring back resolve
Once lain traps and constructed walls
Now arrow points and musket balls
To fall into old roles plays me off right
Once a shadow unhinged from a contemplative heel
Now grows twice as fast in the afternoon
Never, never giving up on what is important of life
Dream like a child, these adult dreams
Settle for nothing less than the best
Sacrifice everything so that one day
A less bumpy road is in your wake
And when I look up and see time descending upon my heart
I’ll cast aside this limited reality
For a substitute of my own
Where past dejections and human shortcomings don’t reach
But where would I be now
If this life shaped me another way
Could I have this love
If this love couldn’t contain me
When you’ve walked so far
Everyone becomes a stranger
At last when broken and fallen
You welcome the abyss
Torn between le petit corporal and la soldato
Is a merriment for me to watch
One hand holds me back
The other pulls me so deeply in love with you.
Anywhere I go, I’ll meet you on the other side.
Reluctance to rinse sand from my feet
Dirt too precious to give back right away
Souvenirs of the better past
So we can remember a better future.
When something so devastating happens
The mind is quick to catch it
The wounds live in an altered time
And I found out how to bring them back
While I stared helplessly, you took my words
I felt dumb without them, paralyzed
When empathy took over, I listened
And learned what my scars were from
I trace them carefully with my hand
I hear every story they tell
But I am jealous of the pain you felt
You don’t deserve to hurt for me
Even this beautiful coral
Deteriorated and worn
I will wash away to mend me
Finding pieces of you within
It was but an addiction so sweet
That I could taste it instantly
What sacrifice it is to willingly take
That which might mar me forever
As if breathing the air that brushed against her skin
Carried a tattoo that embossed my face
I stray from dependencies because they tax
Yet this one I cannot afford to live without
I can remember when I tasted this before
Despite having suppressed what I assumed forgotten
And could therefore not have known
How its absence has made me feel
What treachery they spouted to me
It is in fact reunion that makes the heart grow fonder
And this is why I hesitated to address you in the eyes
I feared losing my composure would have been complemented
I thought I was growing, here, alone
Yet the zeal I felt, the joy
At the possibility of your arrival
And the sigh which corked the same at your exit showed me hollow
If before my shell was thick and constricted
Imagine how you burst me from within
Now inflated, stretched and vacuous
I dare you to make my cup run over
For, be forewarned, if I knew your taste again
I’d be reluctant to open
My eyes or arms again.
The Flax of Reverie
Have you ever had my problem,
Of getting everything you want?
It becomes too hard to bear it,
Humility fights down the pride.
Is it instead I never want what I can’t have?
Refusing the impossible task at hand
Instead of invariably being let down
Have you ever preferred to dream,
Because reality is more haunting?
When possibilities manifest and
Materialize right before your eyes
Or is it because what I truly want is only me?
If I change by my own accord the world is safe
Then my prayers aren’t another man’s regrets
What if I pursue something impossible,
Reach blindly into a bag of tiles?
When I make the best of it
It will show only how it all worked out
Fate, it seems, is only temporal to me
If I constantly remap the present
My future is always the perfect reality.
Wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em! 