Loneliness worn on our sleeve
From opened wounds to
Thinned skinned scars
Lights out , Jealous again of
this deadbeat sin that has stolen
hours after hours to only leave us with an unproductive taste in our veins.
Sore shoulders sour with neck pains that has scratched our throats dry.
Weaved chest pains bled out,
Do we have to go over it again and again.

I Woke up with the words of this poem whispering on my lips, It was a cold January morning within the pomegranate trees.
The storm had passed two days now.
There was a forecast of Screaming with chance of tears.
The Clouds had been Clumped together.
They had appeared compressed and so close that Less light reflected upon them.
what revealed to be a visible mass had in actuality divided and turned black, stricken with lightning.

Please

Out of the gutter where we discovered true love

Please don't steal from me
Let me show you how to do laundry
Let's stray from the microwave and boil an egg

Those dishes ain't gonna clean themselves
Everything has its place on the shelf

Please nurture my insecurity
When your near me

The Cobb webs in the corner will secure our days
The moths will notify our lethargy
Just don't ever leave me  

Did I stutter?

I know no satisfaction
Cutting the chord of the imagination
Sitting on my knees
Hands Locked
Never to look like yourself  
Or sound like anybody else
Tasting the vigil of the flame
Indifference is my mistress
Keep it to yourself

You've ripped my heart in two,
Half of me will remain with you.
I will wonder half empty
Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel,
half full.
This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward.
I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.

Cackling and Tyrannizing for the seed of arrogant greed
What a pompous persecutor is he! none for you all for me,
is there truth bound in-between the aggressors glamour?

The Company of ignorance was pain
ruptured violence with shame
The unknown was dissent untrue
yet it doesn't mean it's you

From this darkness comes this light
in the night the mocking bird serenades insight

  conscious reconciliation that will fracture the dead world that
lives inside you nearing the bridge of an imagination

the innocence in darkness mirrors back to me
A fear unseen on
memory lane

Is it true that you’re only innocent when you dream?

We all have a voice,
some are never heard,
We are all subjects to a society absurd.
If the world began with a big bang
It shall seize without  sound.

There is a Child Inside that hides behind the depiction within, crying out in spite.
So you would never have to guess, why one generation will fear the next, and why we all are wondering if there will be anywhere left, left to hide; Anywhere at all, to hide from
This absent mind, never mind this mindless chatter…

Your mentality will mold you to the reality they’ve sold you.
How could you even know…when you all go where they want you to go?

All is blind
oh’ so blind, hiding behind the collective mind.

They told you where to go, so you went.
They told you what to get, so you got.
They told you what to buy, so you bought.
They told you where to look, so you watched.
They told you what to think, so you thought.
They told you why, so why not.
They told you who to be so you agreed
They told you what say so you obeyed
what now,
They told you when, so where have you been?
And sometimes they told you how, how too follow…
And again they told you… Not to question…

The voices you hear all so absorb you
If you stand for yourself they will only ignore you

Never ask why, only to identify…
You’re being restrained, don't you dare to complain.
How could you ever even know, when this is all you’ve ever known?

when will you finally perceive you are only to be
The imagery you see…

We all have a voice,
some are never heard,
We are all subjects to a society absurd.
If the world began with a big bang
it shall seize without a sound.