cruel

Streets Governed Criminal

Can you grasp something that's invisible
In the streets governed by the streets driven criminal
In the sheets, painted up with a face that isn't yours
and your hands tainted with the blood of others, and unopened doors

The sun has gone down, and the homeless are freezing
Some dancing around, and with food appeasing
While you and some others are in the room all alone..
and the air smothers you, and anxiety brings life out of the zone

A hand comes out of your thumping heart, and suffocates you silly
It comes out screaming, and dumping the pain of the world, and you get chilly
You wish you could save the world, and cradle the ill in your hands
Bring, pave and stretch out the curled, lost, to comfort the bullied trans

What is the world, when you walk around to live with someone else's blood on your hands
To live when you ignore and talk happiness but can't give and end the flood to the disappearing lands?
Don't you ever wonder what the world means when there's a bunch of so called nobodies?
Acting like a blunder is a murder and people just have a hunch who you are, and lay on our tragedies?

What is morality?
When we are bathed in brutality?
Laugh it off like we don't know,
While people are screaming below
and someone has to pay and die
and all people say is "I'm sorry, I can't, goodbye."

This is humanity.
We all try to ignore the insanity.
and someone's on the floor crying for someone to be there
and others just seem to kick, scream and glare
but for their sisters and brothers they'd probably shed a tear
But for anyone else they say they can't be here

It's truly disgusting
Respect is forever rusting
Screaming "Equality!" yet fighting and burning homes in it's name, adding blood to the unnecessary sea of issues of gender and "race" and the others trivial differences we try to hold
Through actual frivolity of rewriting and turning around simple non-offensive words like its a game, yet somehow determining what you are by shape of your face, through privileged or how old
When we both share the same organs, the emotions, and planet
breathing the same air, through the grass and granite
and still we fight which status, and hands matter the most
Competing with our apparatus and plans, that catch the eye to bleed one of our fellow brothers as a host

What's the point if we stand on dead bodies to live?
To disjoint lives that are so much more meaningful and bite the hand that gives?

This must be the meaning of our lives
To bleed a poor soul and find the next one that arrives.

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Forgiving Sea

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Seapoems

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FORGIVING SEA
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When the earth

 

vomits volcanic fire

 

the sea turns the molten orange

 

into green glass jewels.

 

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With mystical hearts

 

the forgiving

 

transmute to love

 

actions cruel.


-saiom shriver-

 

 

 

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Cool But Cruel

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Lovespeak

You laughed whenever I cracked a joke

Never wanted to see me alone

You walked with me every night

I always thought they were signs

 

You listened to my favorite songs

Wanted you to be my companion

I admired everything you'd do

I always thought you were so cool

 

But now everything changed

As fast as the day breaks

Your words become sour

Your mouth is now foul

 

You don't walk with me anymore

Don't know who you are anymore

I tried talking to you

But the true you is cruel

 

I really thought you were the one

But you changed into this someone

Someone I don't know

A man I'd hate most

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"COOL BUT CRUEL" is about someone I always thought was the best but turned out to be one of the worst persons I had ever known.

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Why?

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My Love

Why do you do this?
What is it for?
Why can’t you see
She’s the one I adore?
But what do you care?
Her life isn’t fair
So easy to take
Her heart and tear
It seems so unreal
And yet I can feel
Her sorrow, her pain
Standing in her rain
Her heart’s tears, falling down
Slowly going to hit the ground
Splash against the hard pavement
And now I wonder what you meant.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something fast...created in about two minutes :P enjoy

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God?

Lately, it seems
God has taken a break
And left the world alone.
Alone to grow,
To Thrive
To Live, and then
Die.
But what a strange
Mistake God has made,
Leaving the innocent to
Deal with his pain.
Lately, it seems
There never was a God
At all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comments/thoughts appreciated

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