What I Find In The Light

Never mind the light, I only need the dark

The truth is truth, regardless of the beholder

The lie is a lie, regardless of the beholder

Vibrating throughout my skeleton is chaos

Ordered and exponential in designed purpose

Humanity seems to think eradicating one

Will enlighten the other, but in truth

One exists because of the order

In chaos there is order because it is planned

Order can be chaotic without understanding

And interference only widens the chasm

The light blinds, but the dark constricts

Till only the purest of elements remain

And those are the things I want inside me

In the light everything and everyone exists

But in the dark only the true reign on high

They’ve taught us the dark is evil

And yet it’s in the light that children are taken

Criminals are made out to be defenseless

And plastic chokes the life of the sea

I am not just a writer

But a living writer

A reading writer

And I’ve scoured the faces of angels upon us

They

Are not happy

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Life Is Difference

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Images of blazing deserts
And hawks soaring on arid skies
Legions of legislation undone
Undone faster than one could say goodbye
Border war, patrol pawns, illegals at stake
I wish we would fight for the unborn children
In this very way
Some make life an argument, left against right
Black against white, man against woman
There’s two genders, there’s seventy seven
The truth is always somewhere in between
But the truth that cannot be debated is this
Life is precious. Period.
Irregardless of outside factors or convenience
(Yes, pro-choicers. Hate to break it to you)
If we would stop placing parameters around
Such things we have no power to oversee
We would find life would become much easier
And differences more palatable
Because life is difference
And the beauty is knowing that’s okay
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Proliferating Opposites

Nobody needs walls

Billions just be destroyed

Billions to fall to erosion, weather, and time

Billions just to be a thorn

In the side of everyone

Builders toil, onlookers riot

And the people trying to be kept out

Keep finding their way in

The politics are why we get angry, or care less

The spectacle is why we pay attention

But is it worth it?

If you hate it so much, why is it on your lips

If you despise the notion, incessant chatter

Only fuels the energy behind it

We live in a country that is baseless

Lacking morality, and connection to others

Everything we say, everything we do

Has power, and it gives off energy

If you want something done, talk about it

Think about it

Write it, shout it, dream it

But if you don’t want something to happen

Then it shouldn’t be part of your conscious

Of course, that’s not how most of us function

And as long as the media exists

We’ll keep talking

Obsessed with what we claim to hate

Watching the opposite perpetually proliferate

Liberal Promises Amidst Tragic Nothing

Tragedy

Seven letter word to describe the bottom

When there’s nowhere else to go

And every resource has been exhausted

Time’s ticking

And deathbeds are calling

You’re past hunger, you’re past pain

Past ever seeing anyone ever again

Now you’re waiting for everything to fade

And something, anyone, to call you

Home

Or hell, because it’s not as if

You wouldn’t deserve it

This life is filled with escapes and evidence

The point is whether you use them, believe

For a moment, that everyone is a lie

And everything you’ve been taught is backwards

Who would you trust, and why

Life is a hopscotch game done blind

No rhythm, no rhyme, just imaginary clocks

Wrapped around thick glocks burning shots

At single mothers hurried around the block

Bam, bam the hood’s gone up in flames

Choppers circle with the beaming lights

Midnight firefight, will our people ever get it right

Gun run, drug bust, turning sunny days

To endless night, don’t blame the whites

They didn’t create these ghettos

Or tell our fathers to leave

Doctor King said he had a dream, not a reality

It’s up to us to make it true, but we never will

Too busy falling for every democrat

Any liberal that promises more aid digs a deeper well, and we aren’t well

Nobody who says one life is worth more

Than another is sane

Obama didn’t help us

And neither will a guy in a shiny cat suit

We’ve been taken for a loop and we can’t get off

Can’t seem to remedy the loss

Because we won’t accept our part in the problem

Pass it off on the patriarchy, white privilege

The flaws of straight white men

But wasn’t it straight white men that saw slavery

Was wrong

Moral comes without color or gender, get that

We’ve run up a bill, and death’s come with the check

No layaway, no pay as you go

All or nothing

And until we give something

We’ll be left with what we’ve got

Nothing

Down

I’ll be there

When they’re not

And even when they are

I’ll be a step ahead

Sleeping comes voluntarily

And it explains the bad moods

But also these words

And the strength that comes with them

Carries me into the morning

Mourning, mourning go the wanderers

Fuck me, fuck me, go the slumberers

Not my President, scream the deadly fevers

They’re all so terribly wrong

And in their loudness lose their luster

Seen as no more than clanging gongs

That will soon be cut down

Reluctance

Specks of dust

Cloud the perimeter

Sweeping the chaos to a corner

The negligent, the sinister

Standing behind my own bars

Like a hardened criminal

I try to stay positive

but the blood stays cynical

Symbiotic with my need to destroy

Is the molting of a teenage boy

Into half man, half beast

Trudging on for a feast not of food

Or hard drink

But love

The kind that makes you think

Why we ever stopped caring for each other

And when

Did social media ever become socially accepted

When did pressing a button

Ever mean the same as a literal kiss

I would be remiss if I said this was good

And though I have seemed to miss

The want from a girl

I am still a patient observer, my time will come

The best chase is that of a mind chastened

My demons run, angels flee to protect

And in time the negatives will be undone

Lofty are my dreams

Descending from a rejected heart

Because I know there is more to give

Than a half-reluctant spark

The Inside Tells A Different Story

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Machine
The dream
Bursting oil drums at the metal seams
Cascade
Deranged
Busting bodies on every foreign plane
Watching the blood drip from their eyelids
Seeing the burkas shred with the blast
The children can’t fight back, they run that
Underground bunker killing our insurgents
Ding ding, the bullets ricochet off metal plates
Boom boom, RPG’s detonate and leave hands
Armless
On the sides of roads
Men come back home
And they find no home
Wives gone crazed, children criss crossed by long days
The schools have made a nation weak
We want freedom but don’t know the price it takes
The lights go down but they keep fighting
For great flag, Liberty keeps on shining
Despite our abortions, despite our police
Despite the GMO’s and lies that we believe
I’mthankful for my god who oversees this land
Thankful for stronger men than I
Who battle in the enemy’s camp

Shades Of Gray

They don’t reflect me

Not the buildings, not the glass, not the pages

Not the law, not the movement, not the puzzle

piece that they think I am

Not simply a pawn in April’s misinformation

Not a rat in the race to fix broken relations

The glue in the shoes of those who care most

Aren’t asking for money or shares, no boasts

Of how much they care, the proof says no

I am not a statistic, nor a ratio, nor an anomaly

Everything I’ve done has been seen

The only difference is the soul it’s created by

And that special power cannot be bought

cloned, or appropriated, simply mystifying

Ima scared, reckless, tormented Cancer

And my life and words be damned if I died

Saying the world figured me, and I them

I still don’t know why I press send

I still don’t know why I won’t kiss her

I still don’t know why I did

My days are never sunny, never cloudy

But a perfect shade of grey

Just enough devil to make you afraid

Just enough angel to light your way

Scars From History We Don’t Teach

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Razors are annoying
Cutting too much
Too little
Scarring the face, lost in the race
To achieve something
Four ugly scars on one side
Two on the other
It’s quite shameful
What could they say? Nothing?
Or everything?
The in between is the disaster
Politics are annoying
Cutting out too much of the poor
Cutting in too many rich
Scarring the face of the nation
Lost in the race for supremacy
We’ve become supremely decadent
Scars for the aborted, scars for the forgotten
Scars from the history we don’t teach

Song of the Year

The song of the year

Would be tears

Would be what could’ve been

And wasn’t done

The record of the year

Was that we care

Was that we’re equal

Even though some want walls

The artist of the year

Was everyone

Played for fools

Paying premium prices

For what the previous seller sold at half price

You know who I mean

He inspired many

A people

Now that’s gone

And the season of senseless silencing of black lives

Rolls on