Drop the needle
on the sad song
twirl in the misery
you crave

Sing along
with the words
reflecting true
life's harmonies

Whisper to yourself
it's ok

The bright lights
pierce the window veil
its energy block
you know this situation
well

Comfort in shadows
masked realities
its the rhythm
that makes blood
king

Each beat is duplicated
by the heart that rings
and when you finally
feel your pulse rise
you become more
alive
you become
well

you become
life

I was 18 years old
I loved people
I admired her
entranced by her affection

I did drugs
lost friends
Swore I'd find myself
I was an optimist

I vandalized my
surroundings
ran from the cops
refilled my coffee cup
sneaking into the diner's kitchen

Didn't care
didn't need to

I used to not fear
the world

Violence
need not be
a striking fist

A silenced voice
the lack of choice
violent acts
that hide behind
eyes
that cry
for the power
to erase

that which harms

that which prevents

a free flowing stream
from crashing into the
sea

The denial of hope
and the blockade
of dreams

Violence
exist,
it wont be extinguished,
it grows the crops
that feed
those who sit
in powerful chairs

Dare to challenge,
dare to speak,
you're not alone
for the
peace you
seek

I've grown weak
from swimming
through
love and
sadness

Could there be
nothing more than
this?

Is humanity
on an ever quest
for love and
healing?

Or does it grow
out of the sadness
it proclaims?

What is this poetry thing anyway?

Most of what you encounter
is nothing more
than a lie
a ruse to swindle you
into false realities

Grab a match
wield a hammer
tear it
down