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  Nov 2016 Apachi Ram Fatal
life's jump
probly a few minutes
and i was done
writing wasn't feeling the same
i stood on top like
bricks around disaster

i was looking up
i took my shoes off
threw them aside still laced  
i wasn't being funny
i know where this is going

where i write  
where i see cracks in perfect paths  
where blood taste like metals of purity
with every year burning
where these flowers like to live
die on vines from inside
allowing ivy to climb my back

i am a length of fence
in a yard with no dog
on a gate without reason
sitting on a post during live events

i am a fool for giving into seasons
romancing everything like a poet
following every inch of broken glass

nodding to my friends that i'm willing to mend
but waiting for them to laugh
outlined with chalk on the sidewalk
where blood stains concrete my convictions
flowing from the curb to the overpass

in the night like candles floating water
under tree branches ready to crack
formatting clouds to sky write, come with me
a man in the park on his back
a note
1/6/2024

this poem took on a life of it's own.
a friend of mine heard a lady in Berkeley
reading this as her own. it was hash tagged, and all over the internet. it gained attention.
even to this day, someone has this up as their own on a long ago since vacant Facebook page.
it's funny where poems end up.
it wasn't my favorite. but the feelings of this day are true. lost and dreaming at Wright Park, Tacoma Washington. ♥
I hear his barking from the other room
like a knocking on a door I can’t open    

his coughing comes in waves, drowning silence  
I clutch my own chest, “breathe”  

twice, thrice a day, I see him hobble to the bathroom,
oxygen tank behind him, his ball and chain  

there’s no ax of repentance to set him free after
fifty years under the brown leaf’s spell

not in this gray world where mindless cells multiply
and organs surrender to uninvited guests  

until one morning,  I wake to stillness--though I know
his hacking will abide forever, in memory’s vault
Purple mountains watch them bleed under the disguise of democracy
Twin sunsets of false hope
This party that party
Celebrate with the champagne of lead water and pipelines and lies
Strap the blinders on tighter
Don't let the common man see the filth and pollution you spread behind the curtains of what you tell them is the Wizard of Oz
Where the broken dreams of the poor continuously feed the bottomless hunger of the gluttonous teeth of the rich
Vote for this ******* or that *****
It doesn't really matter just keep the illusion of freedom and choice alive
America was made by the blood and bones of cruelty
Built by dark hands bound in chains and ebony backs lashed by whips
We've done nothing less evil since the genocide and eviction of the people that lived here before we made this land great
And evil see evil do is what we do best so we just keep singing along about star spangled banners and purple mountains majesty
While ignoring the fact were holding the shovel thats digging our graves
  Nov 2016 Apachi Ram Fatal
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Love,  be gentle and kind,
take that rusty gun from under
my pillow and shoot me twice
in the heart so I can feel the hurt
from the first time and the pain
from the second again;
but don't bury me in the dirt
beneath your bare feet,
just burn me like the memory
of your brown soles I saw
running away, oh, so long
a time ago, I can't even remember.
  Nov 2016 Apachi Ram Fatal
Just Melz
Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life,
       your heart is the beat,
          your voice is the lyrics,
   your soul is the slow and steady rhythm,
             your kisses are the chorus
       and your face is the album art.
Without you,
  I would never hear music the same again.
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