torn

I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire  being,
while Justice mourns in agony.

To which do I turn:

the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
or
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?

 
art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.

alchemist of emotion,
spinning
hate into beauty.
But,
I am damned
and angry,
starving,
and fed up
with all ya’all.

but,
I love you too.