sameness…
same thoughts,
same desires,
same needs,
same wants,
same fears,
same goodness,
same badness,
same trying,
same mistakes,
same rights,
same lonliness,
same freedom,
same hopes…
sameness!
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black and white,
hands disappearinginto hands…we leaves the sitesof graves untended,walking towards life,with both grief and joy!the smoke still lingers,and the smell of wet ashes.but we are more,we choose to be more!faces long lostgather purpose, and names,as blood becomes,our peace and our striving!
riots,
angry, the earth erupts,sick of it’s sickness.bodies flung against bodieswith a blinding rage…the faceless demanding faces,the nameless demanding names.not knowing, not understanding,peace, fullness, equality, freedom…all begin within…pushed in bloody blackened corners,lashing out with survival teeth…change will come,but the cost will be great!
melted down candles,
the taste of stone wallslingers in my mouth.sunlight sifting throughblinds faded by time…the sound of birdsbreaks the deep stillness.American flags burning,an old deserted station…a rusted Ford up on blocks.the weight of the waiting,at the foot of the mountains.the smell of coffee,and church bells ringing.time coiled like a viper,the hammer, and the truth…they’re cracking eggs at…
they dress for the slaughter,
faceless and colorless,spinning webs of deceit.with tongues made of plastic,bony fingers on buttons.drunk on the rush,worshipping neon gods.pick your next president,sell your job in a blink.foreclose your grandfather,kill your son in a war.the american pinnacle,with eyes steeled by drones.they drink blood for breakfast,and oil for dessert.manipulating classes,the propaganda of fear.prejudice and patriotism,it’s all over quick!leaving…
walking barefoot down the streets
listening to the sounds,the whimper, the cry, and the roar…praying for emptiness….the clock beats in rhythmwith the sidewalks and the walls.the smell of burnt fleshhangs in the air….‘Jesus Saves’ painted on a fence….oil rigs and chemical sprays,fields filled with unmarked graves.windows broken, doors sway, rusted hinges,cars abandoned, vacant buildings,dead bodies, eyes lost stare!the spirits of…
i cant do this anymore
my wife’s tears fall like thunderto an empty bowli have nothing to buy with,nothing to trade, nowhere to beg,and nothing to stealthe baby’s sick, there’s nothingi can do except watch her diein her momma’s nothing armshungry, and hopelessnothing i can do.