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Concoxide Jun 2017
To all those who have known
Someone close to them
Who had arranged their own exit
I know of the bag you carry

The what ifs and if so's
Hang heavy on the soul, I know
They're always there
tucked in the folds close by

You'll try to recreate that night
From inside their shoes
What was going through their mind
You may wonder if they thought of you

Was there something we could have done
To change the outcome that came to be?
Why didn't we see it coming?
Why didn't he reach out to me?

Maybe it was the direct result of
Something I did or said
What acts could I have taken back?
What texts could be misread?

The questions that you're left with
Their answers never will be received
That lump impossible to swallow
A burden never to see relief

If it's you out on that ledge
I hope you think to step away
There is likely someone out there
Who will miss you everyday
Concoxide Jun 2017
purple a hue,
to give like lovers do
with resonance
and presence of being

pondering freedom
our teetering dream
can it be saved
while we cave in to safety?

annihilate the wicked
confine me in the thick of it
I'm sick of it
just pick them off
to pause is ridiculous

it seems inevitable anyway
with populations poised to prey
upon those scapegoats
we point at and blame
when we're afraid that
they're all bad since they look the same

at least I'll be on the winning team
then maybe we'll all lay down
our swords and live in peace
for i can't breathe anymore
with this bickering.

the slogan to keep the voters at ease
guilty until proven deceased
Concoxide Jun 2017
Hocus pocus
Rescind the locusts
Contact was made
Through an American waif

Pardon the lawlessness
Wait out the immorality
A seed has been sprouted
A soul has been saved

The tears of an angel
Have catalysed a connection
Have given momentum
To a new wave of change

We see it now spreading
With steady undulations
Exponentially growing
Reverentially laid

With trespasses forgiven
And atonements amassed
That old apocalyptic
Execution is stayed
Concoxide Jun 2017
I'm in need of a reboot
brain off and on again
I'm aware of the waning
i can see it plain as you

my attempts at poetic stints
attest that I'm spent
i need some rest and maybe splints
to fix my broken talons

i feel talentless currently
I'm surely unbalanced
if prowess was a currency
I'd be financially challenged

I fail to bow when i encounter powers
i pale in comparison to
my pathetic dispensing of word spam
is worse than mental mince meat

and although from what I've displayed
I'm a bit ashamed and embarrassed
I'm still not done yet
still feel compelled to fill wells
with ink from a quill

and you can bet that
no ill conceived notions
will go unspoken
I'm broken
but there's hope yet I'm hoping
my mind is so open

I'm not stuck here moping
I'm building momentum
clawing out of this rut
my pent up mental frustration
is draining out
and being replaced with
meaningful phrases
with crazy rhyme schemes

I'm finding more and more
that my complacency is shying away
and by the light of grace
I'm absorbed by a new
mindscape reformed
I'm team Lord
but don't read too much more into it
I don't commit to conviction
i am well aware of my ignorance

that's why i withhold judgements
religions not meant to draw blood with
I'm all done with hypocrisy
that forced philosophy is shocking

we've all got our own ideas
and matters of course
although towards the same end we forge
for it's the same thing we're all
fumbling for

let there be light.
Concoxide Jun 2017
We might be unsightly
Inside but we're mighty

We may be in pain but we
Paint scenes with writings

We're paving the way
Through these days that are frightening

We're likening the race
to a game of infighting

Those like me are seen as they seem

Though one season we're nice
And others we're mean
Our cyclical minds are
Insightful with dreams
But disdainful of those
Who keep plotting their schemes

At times we're suspicious
When we shouldn't be
unjustly cry "witches"!
And dispense sentencing

We must temper our tempers
And our pent up paranoia
Instead of the judgement we spread
Let's Spread Love

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