have you ever looked out the window while it rained?
really makes you wonder right?
what its like to be a rain drop
one in millions of others
landing in an unfamiliar location
alone
all that just to be dried back up in the air
repeating the cycle
my name is Devin Blazejowski
and i know what its like to be a raindrop

you will
certainly be
the ultimate,
paining death
of me.

I've never killed in my long life
neither enemy soldier, politician, nor wife
This feat that causes me no surprise
Is what we call living in its normal guise.

I would never be so naïve as to say
The pen is always the only way
But it seems to me that war only proved
Who will remain, and who is removed.

And all this killing that leaves nations bereft
With the vile bitter cordite smell that is left
Widows lose husbands, fathers lose sons
Babies are dying from the barrels of guns.

To save nations weapons of course must be used
But there are so many people who are being abused
And when one discusses what is now simply absurd
There is nothing that is mightier than the word.

©Joe Wilson - The word is STOP...2014


"War does not determine who is right - only who is left".
Bertrand Russell

Is that you?
I knew that smelled familiar.
It's your heart again, isn't it?
I can almost imagine it
Helplessly perched
On the palms of your hands.
It reeks of heartache.
You should really get that checked.
It means
You believed in a boy again.
And I don't know
How those lies
Made it's way to the port,
Hopped on a ferry,
And voyaged to your bloodstream,
Making it's way to the arteries of
Whatever it is you have left
In your hands.
But it's fine.
Don't blame him.
Don't blame you.
You're both
Growing
A lot quicker than your skin expected
So
You have cuts and wounds but
Don't panic, I've got the thread.
It's time for the stitches.

What happened to your hands?
Did you play with fire?
Did you test the waters and were they hotter than you expected them to be?
At least
Now
You know that love
Was never really a game of trial and error.
The realest kind only comes around
About once or twice.
And I know your hands
Liked to fiddle around with the idea
That it would only be him.
For a while it was.
But that fire was extinguished.
And it's nice to hope that some flames would last forever
But
My darling, you deserve the sun.

What happened to your eyes?
They don't sparkle how they used to.
I know the sight of him
Knocked the wind right out of you
And lifted your spirits so high
And filled you up with enough electricity
To power that spark.
But the opportunities to gaze at him
Are only so temporary.
Things only glitter
When they're exposed to
The Light.
So, better fix those eyes on the
One thing
That is eternally bright.
Trust me, when you do, the tears
Will evaporate from your eyes,
Making everything clearer,
And the world will start to make sense again.

What happened to your ears?
You've pierced and stuffed them with
All the wrong syllables.
I know those phrases and letters
Sounded like a good idea for a while.
Maybe you heard them at the
wrong time.
Or
Maybe they were never meant for you.
I know how it stings.
But uncover your ears because
There are people who still want to tell you more
Beautiful truths.
You must listen.
Now,
The sight of the word "people"
Makes you wish I meant him.
But my darling, I can only
Assure you that there is someone
Out there
Carrying all the right words
In the pockets of his hoodie.

All you need to do now is
Be still.
Remember,
You are a princess.
For a while, you've kept your head down
And your crown
Is slowly slipping from it.
But a day will come when your heart will
Heal from the lies,
Your eyes will sparkle,
Your hands will work again,
Your ears will only hear songs
And it will all be because
You waited.
Let me tell you, my darling,
True love is more than worth it.
So,
Keep your chin up.
You can't miss it.

Emotionless being, heart less.
           Yearning to touch holy light.
Fingertips dwindling in the sparkling force.
But that is not reality.
         Constantly fighting to show emotion, continually striving to reassure others you care.
Plung that monster back to the darkest corner in the very bottom of your personality.
Never Let Them In.
They will flee as you fall to you knees.
How can I ever face my monsters if the biggest one is me?

Before we were we,
I wonder –
Was there a you,
was there a me?

When you are the silvery wick
and me the flickering flame
do you solely burn me
or am I instead to blame?

When you are the polka-dot cup
and me the flavored tea
do people hold you up
or do their palms enfold me?

When you are raw rhythm
and me the underlying verse
have you welcomed me in
or did I call you first?

When you are the pillar
and me the trustworthy wall
will you take care of me
or shall I give it my all?

When you are the cherubic sun
and me the radiant ray
do they call out to you
or is it for me they pray?

When you are the merry dawn
and me the sultry night
do you give birth to the day
or do I have that right?

Before we were we,
I wonder again –
Was there ever a you,
was there at any time a me?