I cannot be held accountable
For the sins of my ancestry
For the mistakes of history
I do need for him to bleed
Stuck up like an ornament on Calvary
No crucified Christmas tree
To baptize or inspire me
Violence does not negate violence
A slaughtered lamb is only good to eat
Leave me be and I will take
Responsibility for my own actions
And the ripples that flow from those
So called mortal sins

It’s an arms race in America
Cops only stop to armor up
Bringing out their bigger guns
Not admitting but doubling down
On the violence in this town
That they created

We got all the wrong pieces
Start building these monsters
Detachment, call it apathy
Dismissive separation
Of our human nation
And our humane nature
Greed and corruption
Technological isolation
Which makes violence
Towards other nations
Easier and easier
As internet claws
Detonate video game bombs
Drones drop their nightmare load
And explode human tragedy
Making a mass grave
And a mad mass of American
Assassins
Mortal men and women
Transformed into
Maleficent murdering  monsters

The drums sound
The pitter patter
Of shattered
Nations facing
Other nations
Splitting humanity
For sinister ambitions
For political position
People push
War for
Financial gain
Waving symbols
And lies in our face
While they race to the bank
Children race to face
Starvation and death
The pigs can’t seem
To help themselves
And refuse to help anyone else
So we wallow in their sty
Sit, cry, and watched loved ones die
While they take their swollen bellies
To the bank to collect our jelly

The capitalistic artifice
Stands blooming and booming
With the sporadic wave
Of shopping people
One unfamiliar face
Follows another
Unfamiliar face
Each person
Pursuing the pitiful
Material possessions
The Shopping obsession
It is quieter than I expected
Hundreds of people
Shopping not really speaking
Or seeking any human contact
Just being alone together

I loved you, beyond the grasp of words.
The paint brush I used to describe you
Was weak and withering
Needed re-configuring
Cause you were boundless

I loved you dangerously
Even when you hurt me
Scars and scabs
Nightmares in history
Bleeding insanity
Across the canvass of time.

I loved you even when you hated me.
The outsider, with ***** ideas
The spoken artist broken heart with this
Dark daring dreams
To help heal all human beings
When you were already so happy
Being subdued by propaganda

I loved your expressions
Your poetry, your sketches
Your philosophy and science
Your rejection of dogmas
When you had the strength
To reject them.

I loved your filth
Desire and rage
Lustful urges
***** thoughts
*******

Even when you beat me down
Like a trailer trash wife
When you reeked of hatred
Stunk of consumerism and racism
I still loved you

Even when I hated you
For breaking my heart
With all the bombs
And violence
When you turned my hopes to ash
When I watched you flash past
And finally come back
From dark ages to enlightenment
And back around again and again
I still loved you

I still love you

She is gone
And eternity will not soften these sorrows
Will not change the rivers
Will not alter their course
Only set in stone stupidity
Those fallacies
That justify wasting this life
In favor of the next

He is gone
Though the nightmares continue
Wars are still raging
The heavenly host are not saving
The women from ******
And the children from dying

I am dead
King of corpses
Equal, more, and less to all
The master of dirt
I did not turn away
I listened even when it caused me pain
Even when it caused me shame
Even when the bad news came

God is dead
That never was walking *******
Excuses
We used
To justify the abuse
They do not work
The only demon that exists
Persists in ill intent

Life is the lead of the century
The best role we were born to play
These lines are what we breathe to say
Struggling to live today
Only to die tomorrow
And all that went in
To how we got here
Each struggle
Each generation
That birthed the previous
Stretching all the way back
To the beginning of time
Is the only miracle I need
To feel like I am
Part of something divine

In the darkness
The quiet void
That we avoid

Because open conversations
Are sincere explorations
That bring light to the shadows
That empower
Those who once cowered
Bringing balance
To the broken scale
We called justice

If need be we can do this
Just for us
Because when this society bleeds
It seeds pain and destruction
Erodes the topsoil we sit on
Diminishes the strong
And even we sink in this hell
So we can help ourselves
By helping everyone

Or we can help everyone
Because they are one
Part of the whole
Covering the collective
Breathing in the same
Kind of air
Feeling the same skin
Because they are kin

Pick a reason any reason to begin
And be kind from there
On till your end

If I said I didn’t mean to make you cry
Then that was a big blatant lie
I wanted tears to fall
For you to sink into a sullen state
Then rise inside a phoenix like furnace of rage
Reborn and open to the world
Ready to explore
That is why with words
I implore you to feel
The heights of anguish, rage, and joy
So you can slip the restraints of dull emotions
And ride the rising tide
Of the beauty in this one life
We all get to live

I am weak
as all men are,

but on my best days
I would not hesitate
to take your pain
as my own,
bare your wounds,
live in your cage,
so you could be free
to grow and be
better.

It would be
a worthy sacrifice;
You see
but that is just me
on my better days.