Put your hands up.
Listen and obey.
Get down on the ground.
Listen and obey.
Step out of the car.
Listen and obey.
Is a direct command really hard to follow?

Ask questions?
Only when required.
While there's no logical acceptance for them to be.
When you are aware that the one you asking might not give you an answer.

Speak only when spoken too.
Listen and obey.
For speaking out of term will open you up to this, "who's talking to you?'
Listen and obey has it purpose.

If you comprehend its message.

I remember before
I remember when it was just a bunch of poets most in unrelinquishing agony
I remember when I came on this site and it was a safe haven
I remember being inspired by Great writers that are still out there
I remember the passion
The fire
I remember what HP was
I remember it's better days
...
I am not a fan of the new HP
I know for some they feel they are writing poetry but others, well it's offensive.
I come here to breathe to be with those that I can relate to
It Was a garden full of blossoming roses
But every time I appear now
It feels like a high school situation
This is a site for poetry not pathetic ******* petty drama
Between poets
Write your heart, try to help other poets
Express yourself
I refuse to hashtag it up
Because i respect those who use them
But in all honesty I hate what it has done
Maybe the people changed
Maybe some left
...
I remember when here wasn't a need for "public service announcements"
I remember when there wasn't a worry about a "bully"
I remember when the thought of plagiarism occurring was a joke
I remember what it use to be
And now it's future I feel isn't so bright
All it feels like now it a popularity contest
I long for what it use to be

I read over and over of others asking for others
Time after time
Help help
Save me from my life that's a living nightmare
Help
I'm falling
I need you to catch me
...
I can't remember the last time I read a poem where someone tried to catch them self with the same vitality
...
in the highest moments of "change" we are under a dictator that is ourselves
While we complain and take "action" against what we have let become the problem
...
It is here because we us you I let it grow
...
As we fight to take a shade down from before our eyes, we in turn build a wall of righteousness
Because I am fighting to not be ignorant I am not ignorant
This is not the case
Because I am fighting for equal rights
I am helping
Yet you follow society's standards to a straight point edge?
You may not realize it but fighting for something simply because others started to is following society.
You are no exception to the majority.
...
In a world where we are all fighting for a voice, who is that has listened?
And grown?

Doesn't it bother anyone else: that by simply participating in our current culture of mindless, resource exhaustive consumer capitalism, we're directly perpetuating a model of conduct that will eventually lead to the loss of our habitat, and the decline of our species; one whose remorseless self indulgence now guarantees a rise of global sea level up to 10 feet?

Doesn't it bother anyone else: that we live in a society run by people who we don't know, who don't care about us, but only their own short term gain, regardless of the negative impact that their actions may and often do have on entire generations of people, present and future?

Doesn't it bother anyone else: that our economy thrives on war, and has since the 1940's, that the total for defense contracts this year has been $253,802,074,353, and that 19% of our federal budget goes to defense, with a meager 1% funding education, that we have a president who calls our congress "ceremonial," wins the Nobel Peace Prize, and then unilaterally commits acts of international terrorism without breaking a sweat?

Doesn't it bother anyone else that we're on camera all the time, that our government spies on all of our communications 24/7 as well as those of other countries, or that people who reveal these injustices are shut up in prisons for life, tortured, or exiled?

Doesn't it bother anyone else that our police force is increasingly hostile to innocent people, that they carry AR-15 assault rifles to peaceful protests, and that they constantly abuse their power? I have never ONCE consented to search, but has that ever stopped them?

Doesn't it bother anyone else that our lives are essentially meaningless in the grander scheme of things, that we all dance like puppets, and jump through hoops like dogs, working at jobs we don't like for people we can't stand, to earn money that often barely supplants our basic needs?

Doesn't it bother anyone else?
Doesn't it bother anyone else?
DOESN'T IT BOTHER ANYONE ELSE?!?!?!?

Well I tried
But trying and being a victor
Are not the same
Effort
Put forth is nothing when the end result is all but a fail
I am nothing
Hence my effort is nothing
Because I tried
And now
We are here
You are there
I am gone
Lost in my mind
Suffocating under the fallen debris
I tried
This is now
Nowhere to be found
Wait is done
Anticipation has ceased
Her breath no longer taken
No longer lost in her mind
But out there in the questionable abyss
Floating in the water
Washing up on shore for all to see
And I breathe
The last breath
For she is gone
I
Am
Gone

Ashamed of my complexion,
Ashamed of all the words,
Ashamed to show my innards,
Ashamed of all the long nights
and the actions that took place,
Ashamed of the women I fed empty promises,
Ashamed of every goodbye,
Ashamed by the way it all played out,
Ashamed of the confidence I carried,
Ashamed of the crown I wore,
Ashamed of the mirror,
Who am I,
and what is left of me?

The time moves on
Cultivating the ground
Waiting for the grave to sprout
And  let the body descend
Anticipation crushing the youth
Judgement passing the eyes
Pulsing through the cells
Return
Repeat
Break
Advice flows
Ignorant retain flakes morphed into crystals of *******
Sniff sniff
Sweet says the elders
Continue
The wise portray the high as we all fall
Ignorant to the reality that is we are not here we are not a we it is nothing
This "we" is beneath the ground
Hidden among the lost souls
Buried in the clouds
Burning so cold
Feeling so bright
And leaving no light