Life is the aftermath
of a blood bath
that ******* were laughing at.

Even though, I know that a
multiplicity of alternate realities
is not a certainty but has a minor probability;
I have an affinity for infinity and eternity
with all the weird entities therein.

If time is linear
then any human error
becomes inevitable
when the time is here
and gone.

Never was a life
hit so hard
in my back yard
as when I saw
that broken heart.

Until, it was.

Never was a sorrow
felt so deep
that one could not keep
the pain they see
away.

Except for yesterday,
and all those days
that made their way
to become the one
that we call today.

Never was
a lie so bold
than the one
that we told
ourselves
forgetting the past
and all previous pains.

Never will be a joy so great
that we will be able
to overcome the shame
of all the mistakes
we made
by making
strange assumptions,
by disregarding
one another.

Never was a greater tragedy
than not being able to learn
from the suffering
of other human beings.

Unaffected but afflicted, convicted
of the crimes my people have committed,
and all the pain of history that was inflicted;
Sometimes, I get white cisgender guilt
for a system that was already built.

There's a memory I got locked up,
but it's time to unseal it,
sunnyside eggs burning on the skillet,
a ****** boneless steak but I didn't **** it,
so ravenous that I can still feel it.
There is a beastly side lurking
and I can no longer conceal it.
So, I let the lion out to feast.
Then see the lumbering beast
go yawning calmly back to sleep.

The devil revels
in his wicked rebels,
those bouncing beats
and hyper treble,
blasting bass sounds
and destructive percussion.

White winter fields sparkle like frosty glitter.
The city street smokes thin wisps in the driver's view.
While bright lights line the night road,
green promises it's okay to go.
Then yellows mellow to a slow cold flow.
Until, a rebel red screams stop.