High pitch community
From one single tone
Can go from home
To a killing floor
Made all the more harrowing
Toxic trauma of the mind
Freeze up they said
Yet we push on
And we pushed hard
We pushed it too far
Then let down our gard
And now the lights flicker from green to red
A premonition of bloodshed
Locked inside the voice of
A brother or a friend
Neither one is talking now
Survive it says
Static cuts through
And the line drops dead
Outside my head the night goes on
Cheery faces basking in the light
Permissive out of innocence
Enjoying spite out of spite
Who is right
It doesn't matter
My eyes burn bright
But no one can hear
Screams are echoed all around
But transaction leaves my words devoid
Bliss is heard amiss, above
We coveted and now we pay
The price of our sin
This cell becomes division
an idea a split a incision
a night and a day
Black and white
But in this division
We can see, we can envision
Identity pouring forth
The tiny flame
Of a name...
This tree becomes a seed
It moves it bleeds and breaks
a part of itself of itself to move forward
and yet it is not how it started out
however it doesn't lose it self to doubt
We branch out wards like this family tree
This fire becomes a spark
It lights another flame
Who could tell it from the fire
and yet it has its own desires
The human becomes a egg
Hatching catching its mothers eyes
One day it will be fully grown
Will it still feel the sting of being alone?
This ocean becomes a drop
A drop that drips from a leaf
A raindrop that settles on the ground
In the cycle of Gaia
Repeating on and on
We are not separate
We move on and on..
I’ve spent my time dancing with the waves,
Back and forth, a fun little game.
A splendid step, a tentative twirl,
this feeling becomes no tidal wave.
I’ve spent my time yelling at the breeze,
Empty words unreturned, a relaxing exchange.
No biting reply, just the biting cold,
this courtship is no whirlwind.
I’ve spent my time trembling with the earth,
Captivating and swaying, powerful and strong.
Fearless it quakes, but not in anger
this occasion brings no after shock.
I’ve spent my time with you,
A step, a fight, a world-shaking moment.
Much less safe, much more real
naturally a disaster.
A whole entire human
A feeler of pain
A fighter of battles of the mind
An owner of a heart, heartbeat, the kind you notice
A closeted non-binary
A mover, A dancer
A thinker of thoughts
A haver of things
An occupant of my home
A difference in someone's life
A feeler of emotions
A knower of truth
A heartbeat, a heart strain
that catches your attention
A chooser of paths
You stripped my soul,
Ripped me from my shoes
Where I stood
You extracted my childlike traits,
Treated my body
As your goddamned paycheck.
My whole future
Was laid out in front me.
Now you fabricated a dent in it,
One that has shattered me
I used to smile,
Be full of life,
Slept at night,
My body never reeked the incessant scent
of the lifeless souls you sold me to.
My heart ached everyday,
I longed for home, where safety was waiting for me.
Everyday I was a raindrop,
Trying to cling onto the window of hope,
But always slipped away.
You don’t understand the pain,
You’re only in it for the hunnits
That my dehumanization is not worthy
For what you gain.
My body became an abstract canvas,
For your ugly pleasures.
Bruised, bloodied, beaten, and battered.
Cuts and aches line my delicate skin,
But to you all my pain is fake.
You slapped my delicate face,
every time I asked for my precious prize of my childhood,
every time clear oceans surged out of my eyes.
“Shut the hell up!” You yelled
As I let out wails of agony.
You stepped all over me
Like I was a used cigarette.
You ignored my shrieking screams,
You loved it.
You forced me
To comply with their beastly gratifications,
Only in return for your abundant riches.
You stepped on me,
like I was a dirty, grimy, muddy puddle,
over and over
I was still considered desirable.
I am NOT your canvas.
I am NOT your paycheck.
I am NOT your plaything.
I am worthy of honor,
worthy of respectful awe and delicacy.
I did not feel the worth of a human being anymore.
I felt ill treated, broken, bent, demeaned.
You stripped my soul, and,
Deprived me of my self respect.
And I will never
Be the same.
The only thought
That seeps into my mind
At sunrise and the brink of midnight,
Was someone’s whore.
Listen to the pleas of
their ribbons shriveling up.
their vows rupturing.
their hearts torn apart.
Bawling for their sanities,
Waiting to rejoice
With their miraculous bundles of joy—
While stone and flint my habitat
And paintings drawn our laminate
At waters edge by dawn I see
An atavistic human he
In robe and cloth I worship him
Despite my deadly human sin
At waters edge by morn I see
Repentant, somber human he
Through chain and mud my journey bound
A service to the king and crown
At waters edge by noon I see
The strength and will, of human he
Famine, fault and sorrow grows
A blackened drape of illness sows
At waters edge this time I see
A learned, almost human he
Brothers fall on Flanders Field,
That wound, still hurt, will never heal,
At waters edge by late I see
A catastrophic human he
By night we know our time is done,
Our lesson learned, our kingdom come
At waters edge this eve I see
The path of Human History