By Arcassin Burnham


Lawless system , in my mind , slowly
tweaking , I can't imagine this would be.

Cemented to everyone, I always lock
myself in a four wall room, look at me.

Starting to , think that everyone, in
America are all just crazy , maybe.

All of these hateful privileged people,
Terrorize me , messages are memory.

You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon,
You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon.

/

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
I see peace , love,
And a journey,
Come and follow me.

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
You could take this,
Or just drop it off.

Peace , love,
But you just drop it off,
You think these feelings will leave you soft,
Use to think the same way , when it all
started,
And in the end I was not cold hearted.

Months have passed
The sun is still here, but the warmth is gone
The leaves are no longer green
The flowers are starting to die
Winds are changing
And if it blows south,
I wish to be carried by the hand of the air
That motions where you are right now
I am standing outside the frigid weather
Lamenting and waiting to fly

We live so close to one another
I sometimes have to wonder
Are we destined to always meet?
Are we always just going to greet each other as friends?
Smile and talk about the weather while both wondering
whether we were once one.
I know you, you know me
We joke, we smile, we share wit and banter
Yet, all the while I see you as me and me as you.
And as you I want me.

Sometimes we don’t
Even realize it but we die
A million times over and over,
Reincarnation, we keep trying
To do it right, they keep getting
It wrong: walking through the
Exit to the left, and enter
Through the right:
And there you are trap again,
Inside the body of a ****:
Begging for your life:
You want to turn around
And take another door with
The golden logo: you must
Never knock, just open that
Door and walk in with
Confident:  what happened?
Next, depend on the first face
You encounter, never look directly
into the eyes of any one, never smile
Let the new subjects called
Your name, did your name
Sound like a boy name or
A girl name:  was it easy to
Remember: it’s a new beginning
Impurities from the old you:
Born again: it time to latch on


**Pray to God with tears in your eyes whenever you want illumination or find yourself faced with any doubt or difficulty.

That's the thing about insatiability
It can't be compartmentalized
It doesn't have an appointment
Or even a purpose, really
It is a persistent, unwelcome fog
That creeps into your skull
Until it smooths over every surface
And dampens every thought beneath it
And though some days
The fog may dissipate
Nothing is ever good enough
Not for long, anyway

Men are created to lead
Yes I do believe,
But you have no right
To force a woman to bleed
She is not a machine
Meant for your pleasure,
She has a heart
You ought to treasure.
Her duty is not only
to bear children
But she loves, nurture them
And shares their burdens.

God bestowed her with a mind
Dear society don't be blind!
She has the free will
To do what is right

Treat her 'A HUMAN'