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Born Sep 2019
Old is grey
Born Sep 2019
This is to us
The ones who've been broken
Shattered and felt like dying

Pour yourself a drink
Take a long sip
And know that you'll make it
  Aug 2019 Born
Crow
Forced by covenant to conceal
The wound you carry deep
Too dangerous far to now reveal
The secret you must keep

The truth, it’s said, can set you free
Whose truth, I ask my heart
Some truth must hide, to shadow flee
Or slay as a poisoned dart

A truth which must be guarded well
Though to be shouted loud it cries
Must be restrained and forced to dwell
Within a citadel of lies

A soaring fort of alabaster walls
Splendid turrets as disguise
Conceals pits beneath its gilded halls
Where love lies brutalized

Though we ache for all the world to see
To the heart, it matters naught
Two souls are not united by decree
Nor love with license bought

So truth must wait and a prisoner remain
In lonely cell, there to abide
Believe dreams of freedom are not in vain
That gates, one day, will open wide
Winston Churchill wrote "In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies. " Just as in war, so it may be in love.
Born Aug 2019
With every curve on my well structured, magnificent being, am black
How could a momentary mirage of foreign glitter make me forget that am black?
Even the sun kisses my bronze beautiful skin because am black
With a pure heart and a serene soul, am black
Neither actions nor words can accentuate my color, am simply black.
Born Aug 2019
I belive that I'm alive
Even if am dead
Born Aug 2019
With all the sins I carry with me
Perhaps maybe am a Saint
Born Aug 2019
Thinking, thinking within the parables of nonsense
Things I do to validate stupidity
Whatever the actual reason for not reasoning
Is the reason we don't reason
Even when the facts are subtle

So what happens if we lost it,
or slowly loose our minds
Would any sane person help
or we'll pin our hopes on a soothing tune

An orchestra
A choir
Maybe a performance by an opera
to show or elavate our insanity

Echoes of eternal silence
but your still breathing
struggling
because we Drown in silence
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