that vile
inferno
twixt love and
pain and hate,
you’ll find me.
Ready
to knock you down
to love you up, or
to show you the wonder that is you.
or, we can just do some blow,
and see who comes next.
capricious and whimsical,
like a much older,
much angrier,
slightly less sensitive
Hamlet.
raw
exposed
hungry
nonchalant and
earnest.
lettered,
and on the loose,
a warrior without a home,
save the Love
in my heart.
Shelter for one.
more?
Finally,
leaves fall
and branches lay bare,
naked to the whipping winds.
robin’s nest
abandoned and exposed
Winter
approaches
with the odors
of Death, and decay.
ideas and ideology
pride and empire
dreams and naivete
divine grace –
all dead.
what is the shelf life,
of Destiny
Manifested
Completely
on broad scarred backs
and stolen land?
birth of a nation realized,
now comes the growing pains
viewed through eyes sardonic
of jaded young hearts.
Spring
hopes
eternal.
but not yet my brother
not yet my sister
not yet
Or is it just absolutely wrong for the press (AKA the fourth estate) to be purposefully, undeniably, and unapologetically biased?
For any reason?
I had to study “western” history to the detriment of knowing my true history. Was I the only one who paid attention? Have you not read, at the very least, the CliffsNotes on the foundations of freedom?
Seriously.
Y’all all crazy.
Fuck y’all.
Especially all you one time artists (actors, musicians,no talents) who decided to sell out. Don’t you dare tell me what I gotta do.
Read a book you ignint motherfuckers.
field nigga
in a suit.
educated and,
yeah,
‘articulate’.
awake,
integrated,
socialized,
sophisticated,
and….
patient,
like a raisin
in the sun.
head bumpin’
to wisdom beats.
patient.
waiting.
patient.
ready
to ride
or die.
You ain’t ready for this.
tears and smoke.
lost souls flying,
one way.
the (second)
worst thing ever.
how,
when,
will it ever be ok
again?
lost generation:
fear mongering
and
baptized
in hate,
and
ghosts.
Now,
a Light,
reeking of arrogant bomb-
ast,
rises
gently,
proudly,
TRIUMPHANTLY,
to heaven.
Dare
to
Dare,
don’t look back,
and do it again.
Shit here
(and there
and
everywhere)
is beyond fucked,
and ain’t shit
left to do,
but burn this mutha’
down.
But they got all the flamethrowers.
So,
I’m just sippin’ my wine
like Cersei
less travelled,
a loop.
I’ve been here before,
With You,
and You,
and You
and You too.
Goodbye
is best said on mute,
so cowards think.
but Lovers,
bold and foolish,
welcome Hurt-
Old, or New,
and
embrace farewells,
secure in the wise
callowness of youth.
Fare thee well.
and
next time,
Bring some little ruckus to your heart.
dwelling alone
inside the wonder of me,
I find again
that crooked
off kilter
sense of balance,
centered around
the best of me.
ready again
to share the gift
of me
with the world,
and
with
you-
if you want.
no one.
not a damn blessed soul
ever told me this road would end.
that everything just kinda,
stops.
Everything,
but me.
laying awake-
spinning,
healing,
falling,
waiting
in the absence of what never was.
illuminated by the love I see,
illuminated by the love I feel
inside of, and
for
you.
Yeah Babe,
You.
orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.
simply yearning
for
but a touch
of love
unfulfilled.
hardened eyes
spew
vile vitriol
honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.
blinded,
seething
fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.
momma come home
we don’t
any more.
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