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 Dec 2020
Graff1980
I’d like to be celebrated,
for what I wrote,
what I stated,
how I used words
to debate hate
and help others
change places
with alien faces
so, they could feel
just a fraction of
the pain they instill
in those they should love.

I’d like people to recall
how I helped others,
a hand for those who fell
kind words to wish
those dealing with grief well,
an ear for people in pain,
and a joke to spring them
back up again bringing in
the remnant of past smiles.

I just want to be remembered;
Don’t you?
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
I’ve been tired,
been raging
against the machine
made for making
people hate everything.

I’ve been writing,
fighting back the tears,
cause I don’t want
anyone near to hear
how much of my pain
hides behind my fear.

Especially when,
I know my suffering
is not that unique,
and there are millions more
hurting worse than me.

I got it pretty good,
but I am alone,
reading and thinking.
I’m not a stone.
I’m just breathing,
bleeding and needing
a little love you see.

Won’t you meet me
in the land of sleepy dreams,
a place where children
no longer sit and scream,
where I am not looking
cause my dear you are
right here beside me.

Despite the chaos
that haunts us
in waking hours,
in this temporary reprieve,
my love, it is you,
whoever you may be
that I want to see
when I go to sleep.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
Lately,
hope only
seems to exist for me
in fictional realities.

It seems like
people being
kind and nice
isn’t real life.

I know there are
heroes inside
of us all,
and we
don’t need
bright colored
tight shirts and jeans,
or capes flowing
to save the day.

Star Trek
isn’t what makes us great.
It’s just a finger
pointing in the general direction
to help us get on our way.

But over one third of
the country I am expected to love,
cause we were meant to be a melting ***
that incorporates what others got
to fill in the missing parts
and reinforce our ramparts
against the weakness
of divisiveness,
have decided
that they don’t like it
and placed a con man on high
as their ***** god like
****** greasy cheeseburger guy.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
Been watching the world drowning,
and hollering for help
while red hatted men say
go **** yourself.

Ain’t no way I can pull us out of this
cause the cruelest men are leading
the cult of greed while misleading
clueless sheep, preventing them from seeing
those aren’t forests of hope they are seeding,
but a hellscape of hate and climate disasters.

American ingenuity has receded,
retreated from the American monster
who was supposed to be defeated,
the man who could not build a wall
on the border of Mexico
but has managed to build one
around the white house and refuses to let go
of being America’s most powerful *******.

The sand is quicker, and I am sinking,
so tired of dreaming and thinking
of different ways to try and say
the same **** thing,
and make people see other individuals
as equal and beautiful human beings.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
Everyone’s a poet in their own fluid motions.
Everyone’s a planet with their own private oceans,
deep saltwater life, underwater caverns that take us to
unknown depth that we need an open mind to view.
Everyone’s a fish just swimming in the sea
floating, falling, rising, uncertain who they should be.
 Dec 2020
Elizabethanne
This is my body
I think
You see some days I am not sure
Because it's covered in opinions and handprints
That do not belong to me
And they are dripping all over this better life I am trying to build

- Was this supposed to be winning?
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
He was old when I was young.
Now I’m old, and he’s long gone.

Owner of a small-town store.
Plier of all those knick knacks
and delicious snacks that
a young boy desires and adores,
tiny fifty cent to a dollar toys,
a handful of penny tootsie rolls
and five cent laffy taffy,
with silly jokes on the wrapper
that brought a little lighthearted laughter.

Small brick building
and in the back was
his home.

Now the burnt red bricks
have lightened and cracked a bit,
like the memories of him,
fuzzing up while slowly fading,

till he is the foggiest of impressions.

I try to recapture any ****** expressions
but only recall vagaries.

The building falls behind the sun,
but his family has not yet moved on.

Soon the night will descend
consuming me as it has devoured
my memories of him.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
She is the north star,

a precocious lie
I tell myself to get by,
but I wonder why
I feminize hope.

Is it that she intrigues
with what I think I need
to fulfill my basic being?

Is it because love
seems to be the highest thing
a poet can aspire to,
and desiring one of the few
who might be a little like me
and understand my artistry
gives me a modicum
of extra creative energy?

Or is it because
I am deeply in love
with death,
and being enraptured,
totally captured
by another
would smother
my identity
freeing me
from all suffering
by ending all I ever was
in favor of the new person
I might become in love.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
The first time you touched
my democracy
I got chills.
Seriously,
you made me feel real ill.

It was like a ray of light
that scorched my retina
burning me to the core,
because I deplore
everything you are.

Your voice is agony.
You ******* terrify me,
as you reside over
the lives you only fly over.

I was disturbed by how you
grabbed our country
by the *****,
how you stirred up
all that crazy
that had been waiting
for a madman like you.

So, right now
I am holding my breath,
hoping the rest
of my country
doesn’t fall for that
******
attituded,
and do what I have seen
lots of woman do
by going for the ******* bad boy.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
It’s not rocket science,
and should be obvious.
Life is constantly changing,
bringing with it new forms of adversity.

So obviously we should meet
all of these new challenges
by embracing diversity,
learning how to see things differently
and growing into better
brighter human beings.
 Dec 2020
Graff1980
Shots are fired thoughts inspired
by the desire
to see it never happen again.

Heroes walking right beside her
helping hands and lights to guide her
to a less bitter, sweeter, and brighter
world of Justice.

March or die riders share hopeful flyers.
Peaceful protest inciters instead of rioters
fight back against government deciders,
failed healthcare providers,
and other authoritarians who try to deny her
the light that burns so much brighter inside her.
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