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people become highly indignant,
even declare war upon nations,
to murder millions in the name of a god
that is the center of their 'religion',
but answer this: if your 'religion'
is a 'business', then why do you
call it a 'religion'? and if your war
is costing your nation millions
of dollars to take the lives of
millions of people, then who are
you really fighting, your religion,
or your government? and who is
fighting who?
1:26 AM 7/10/2013 ©
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miZWYmxr8XE
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ice cold numbness
bathing the hands and feet
of soldiers past
doused in healing water
reaching into portals beyond
and flesh and bones
of days gone by
and a time where sirens
fill the skies
the laughter of chidren dies
he glazed the tip of the scapel
to the wound in my mind
unknowing if whether
the stitch would hold
but had faith in the light of my eyes
her pain was great and lasted years
but the greater pain seen in his tears
a universal bandaid was what he saw
to nulify the scars of war
the surgeon's hopes
are filled with fears
but love outlasts
all human tears
12:48 PM 7/4/2013
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nowadays all she does is whine about her bodily pains,
but when you were left alone,
she stayed drunk, prowling the bars
days on end,
oblivious to the emotional wreckage left
on your chest, like a hot iron
melted through the tender heart of a 10 year old,
the open wound to the
skin,
cauterized shut
too soon,
without even leaving any open flesh
for the pain to be released,
seared closed with the shame, pain, and false pride of generations,
sealed in for years like a safety box of magnets,
pulling you towards anything and everything self-destructive
in a desperate search for some morsel of hope,
that the next christmas dinner might be more than
knocking on the doors of neighbors, being lucky enough to be
asked in to share a holiday meal,
and an attempt to be noticed for something other than the burden
you were to her deep and fervent longing for
the escape, into smoke filled rooms,
that reeked with the heavy, putrid smell of week-old frying grease,
cigarettes, and hairspray, that became one of your main
reasons for going to live with your dad--
other than the day she up and left for california,
a 50 dollar bill to substitute her mac and cheese, dribbled with
one and a half inches of ashes off a pall mall,
only to be less than reluctantly welcomed by him,
and a stepbrother who most always was
notably more worthy of better dirtbikes, nicer clothes
and a much more frequent pat on the back
for a job well done,
that most often wasn't.
a dollar for him and quarter for you, along with the bottom bunk,
that smelled like pee from all the years he wet the bed,
only ever good enough for sloppy seconds--
and then there was brownie,
poor broken down swayback, with skin infections,
baldspots and degenertive bone disease,
in light of your brother's black stallion stud,
as if the 6 inch scar on the back of your leg wasn't enough
from your father's drunken rage with a 4 inch hunting knife,
and the glass from the window that left it's souvenir the night he threw you
across the room, all before the age of 14.
shit.
i may have shot that horse between the eyes too.
11:37 PM 6/26/2013
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Everything you might believe
Could possibly be untrue
Everything you know could leave
To reveal things you never knew
We don’t know what’s coming next
All we know is tomorrow’s another day
What we do know is down in text
But what about tomorrow? We can’t say
Some people like it; they’re excited by not knowing
But others think it’s scary, being in the dark
Like being blindfolded, can’t see where they’re going
Life isn’t simple, no walk in the park
Will we be alive tomorrow, another day to live
Or is this day our last, never again to see light
Does what we do even matter, what we give or get
Because even we might not be able to make everything right
We can’t even prepare for what might come
Because we don’t even know what to prepare for
We don’t know if we even need to prepare, we can’t even run
We can guess and predict, but we won’t know for sure
If only we had magic crystal balls
To tell us what we need to know
We would know all the rises and falls
Of people, we would know the future flow
But we don’t have them, so it is as it is
We only know it when we find out
The future is tomorrow, a mystical fizz
And we can only sit here in doubt
Living a life im not proud of leading, yet I still remain here, never have I though about leaving. Support you I will, even though what I do doesnt show what I feel. I dont think we would make it, and I hate having to fake it. But this is what we made, what we created. There werent no mistakes, there was just some bad choices, thats why we must follow through with this, and not ignore quiet voices. We will fight together, because its what we chose, but there will be no fairy tale, there will be no prose. Decisions were made without considering, and life will be lived without ever remembering.
there is hope
only if we teach
them to think,
not what to think.
6:23 PM 5/19/2013 ©
I may be under this small roof today
I don't care, I am on a translational wheel
I believe would propel me to a greater height
when you lay eyes upon a child,
whether he is pleasant, or cold
and unforgiving, do not only
see him as the child he is in the
present day, but as the future of
this country and the world.
he is a child but as well a teacher,
a parent, a suffragist creating
new paradigms, or preacher.
we speak loudest through those
things we reveal only with our
hearts and our eyes, so when
talking to children, scream
it at the top of your silence.
1:44 AM 5/5/2013
Go on and just let it rain
Rain on down
I don’t care
Anyhow
Keep on washing
This pain away
I don’t care
She’s gone away
Twilight’s moonlight
Shines against the sun
Hasn’t taken over yet
But I know it’s won
Just like how I feel right now
Numbness sets on me
Taking away how I felt
What we could’ve been
Hell ya rain is a good thing
Because where would I really be
Without it taking away my thoughts
And all my memory
Without my past
I have a future
So just go on
Rain on down
I don’t care
Anyhow
Keep on washing
This pain away
I don’t care
She’s gone away